Andreas Day relished Sunday mornings. It was the one day of the week when he had a lie in. No business meetings; no trips to London via Northern Fail; nothing. The perfect opportunity to do nothing. He could smell breakfast. Ashley was a good lad; always breakfast in bed for Dad, without fail. It had been a meal for two not long ago. It wasn’t the same without a woman next to you. The last years had been hard. But things were on the up, big time!

Day got out of bed, went over to the dressing table, and unwrapped a pack of cigarettes. He was about to light one when he remembered that she didn’t like him to smoke. There were far better ways of enjoying yourself!

Day looked around the room and remembered what he – what they – had been doing just a couple of days...

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