Hold my hand.

Perrie rolled her eyes as she high-fived her son.
'Deal.'
'Mummy?'
'Yes?'
'Where is my daddy?'
'He's not here.'
'Why?'
'Because your dad did something bad and can't come and see us now.'
'Really bad? Did the police take him away?'
Perrie sighed, relieved to see the apartment materialising in front of her eyes.
'Yes.'
'See?' Blake frowned. 'I told you. You always say it's not true but I told you I remember.'
Perrie still found it hard to believe that such a young child could remember so far back. She knocked on the door, then kneeled down to look at Blake in the eyes. 'Remember? Be good.'
The girl then stood up, waiting for someone to open the door.

***

'I need details!'
'Shh! I don't want Blake to hear you.'
Perrie nervously looked at the children playing in the living room.
Leigh-Anne finished emptying the dishwasher, then went to join Perrie. 'Wasn't Blake there?'
'He was asleep. He has no idea Alex came over.'
'Why didn't you tell him?'
'He doesn't need to know.'
'But you said it wasn't work related, was it?'
'Still...'