Roughly four months had gone by since mums funeral. Three and a half months since dad was arrested. Twelve minutes into the session with the social worker.
A small jiffybag envolope slipped through the letter box and landed with a thud on the mat.
Stamped in red ink across the top:
Royal Military:
Private package
The Flyer Family
7 Thunderdell Cottage
Casa Patista
London
"Oh my God" Ed said calmly from the hall as he read the note on yellow paper that he pulled from the inside of the envolope.
"What?" Charlie asked.
"Oli and Will.." He started
I looked over at him and motioned for him to carry on.
He kept a blank expression and walk towards me.
"Theyre dead" he said quietly to the ground as he reached me and pushed the pacel into my stomach.
He went into the living room and we heard him sit down.
Charlie spun and ran out the front door.
I read the letter.
The words "Both killed in action, a heroic act of bravery" stood out before knew that they were really gone.
I mean, they were "gone" before. The day they left us we came to grips that they were gone, but now it was real. They were really gone.
Never coming back.
Thats it.
