JAMES
“Uckle James! Uckle James! Come and see!”
I’ve barely walked through the door to my brother’s house when Isobel tugs on my hand and starts pulling me into the living room. “Look at what, princess?”
“YouTube!”
I turn my head towards Max, drawing my eyebrows together, and whisper, “Three year olds use YouTube?”
Max chuckles. “She knows her way around it better than I do. Drink?”
“Just water, please,” I say, clapping his shoulder before joining Isobel on the plush three-seater.
Isobel is engrossed in the TV. I’m struggling to see the appeal. So far, all I’ve seen is a pair of hands opening two rows of Kinder eggs one by one.
Laura, Max’s wife of six years, appears with my water and she bends down and pecks my cheek. “Good to see you,” she says.
Smiling, I take my drink. “Thank
