Roberta POV
Racing after my dad, who had a longer step than me and I had to virtually run to catch him. Even walking beside him was more a jog than a walk, he was miles away, deep in thought and hurt, that he did not even notice I was jogging alongside him until I almost stumbled and his natural father instincts, acknowledging his child was beside him, took over and caught me before I fell.
‘Easy there kiddo.’ Dad huskily chuckled a sad chuckle, that almost broke my heart for him again, his pain on show for me to see.
‘Your legs are longer than mine, I have to run to walk beside you.’ I grumbled back at my father. This was like our old banter between us, and it seemed to be what he needed as well as me. It broke the tension, and Dad slowed his step, so I did not need to put as much effo
