Perspective is a funny thing;
Stirling Thomas, those two words alone were enough to have anyone running in the opposite direction and cowering in fear.
The town has heard all of the rumours, they know he has just been released from prison and they...
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"Stirling, is that you my darling?"
"Who else would it be?"
Her whole body sagged in disappointment as a shred of sadness circled her wary heart. Sandy always accepted the boys as her own, Stirling failed to make that same connection with her.
Kingsley and I exchanged a look over the scrambled eggs and freshly squeezed orange juice.
Her voice went up an octave with hope - or desperation, "I made breakfast lovie, would you care to join us?"
"Not hungry."
Sorrow fired onto her face after hearing his rejection. It was more than just a refusal to have breakfast with us.
It was like he couldn't stand talking to her. Answers were always short and snappy, never full sentences.
Any fool could see she was hurt but he didn't acknowledge letting her down time after time. He just grabbed his jacket and left out of the front door.
She smiled at us, small wrinkles taking their position around her eyes.
"He must have to rush off somewhere." She offered as a defence to his rudeness.
