The car is guided through the long driveway to pack. A pack that I have to say looks busy. Decorated, maybe. A pack event appears to be occurring here today I would say at a gues... I look to my Mum who is once more avoiding my gaze. My head feels like it will not stop spinning. Worries. Panic. All make for a sorry head space.
“It looks like a busy pack.” I point out, watching my Uncle to see if I can gather anything from him, but his eyes remain on the driveway on which he drives. I am certain he knows more than he is telling me. I do not fully trust him, which is not how it should be with your own family...
‘Dad?’ I link, hoping that if there are things my Uncle has not told me he may have told his brother. But my link remains unanswered. I am not about to learn anything more.
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