David leaned his head on his hand, propped on the arm of the chair, and looked across at Rhiannon. Her being here, in spite of his early misgivings, had actually turned out to be quite the saving grace.
"If I'm completely honest with you," he said with a soft sigh, "I miss my little home. I miss my cosy furnishings and the greenhouse on the roof. But I can't go back there, not yet. Patrick would be lonely without us, and the twins are settled here. But one day."