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The next morning, I wander down the stairs in a sleep induced state and pour myself a bowl of cereal. The rest of my family are out, either at school, training, or dropping Sophie off at nursery. Stuffing a spoon of Shredded Wheat in my mouth, I only just register the knock on the front door. Groaning in annoyance, I go to open it, not even caring that I was only wearing sweatpants and a tank top from when I was a teenager. Gabe stands behind the door, a worried expression on his face. His hair is ruffled and he’s wearing blue jeans and a black shirt. A rushed outfit. “Hey Gabe,” I smile, inviting him in and getting ready to ask him about whatever is bothering him. He walks in cautiously, looking around the kitchen. I forget he probably hasn’t been in here before. “What’s up?” I add as