Chapter Thirty. Mars.
I sing to Max, as he pauses the first of his films. I noticed Davina had put him to bed earlier than normal, probably because she wanted to talk. It seemed like a good thing, especially as she let me hold her. I could feel her anxious state dissipate when I wrapped my arms around her. I brace myself because I know that if we are to build trust I have to be as honest as possible with her. Of that, I have no doubt. However, how she is going to deal with that truth is what has me nervously doing an extra chorus on each of the songs Max requested, to delay things a little.
Unable to procrastinate any longer, I ruffle my pup's hair, and start his film again, then with a deep breath, I walk out of Davina’s bedroom, and back into the living area of the caravan.
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