To find my sister wandering the streets of our city near my home was not what I expected on a Saturday morning when I went to collect breakfast for my pregnant wife. A craving she had been getting was cooked breakfast, so that was what she was going to have. I work so hard in the week, and am not home when she wakes, so the weekend was the only opportunity I got to do this for her. And she loves the food from the diner down the street. Now I feel bad for not picking the food up. But I am sure we could find somewhere that would deliver breakfast food for her.
Because one way or another I need to find out what is going on with Livvy. Initially, I thought perhaps she had come home for a night out with the girls, but then I thought about that and remembered she doesn’t do that anymore. T
