Robert
We had just sat down to a delicious dinner served by the hotel staff. Stuffed chicken breast, creamy mashed potatoes, green beans and cranberry sauce.
Trevor had been unusually quiet since he returned from Rafe’s house. I was a bit worried that the play date had gone badly, but he had already asked if Lucy could come on Sunday, so I didn’t think that they had had a squabble. He pushed his green beans around his plate without really eating any, and I worried, as I always did, that he wasn’t getting adequate nutrition. His paediatrician had assured me that he was fine, he was just a picky eater, and that she’d never seen a kid starve themselves to death in her 20 years as a doctor. But he was so small and so thin, I worried that he might be stunting his own growth.
Noelle came to
