I sat outside, It had been about 2 months since the accident, so I was healed. Winter, was jetting off to New York, even though I was British, I lived in Miami. I soaked my scarred ankle in the frothy water, it was nice to let it out of that sweaty cast. Mum and Nick were inside, sipping homemade smoothies they made out of the berries Morgan and I picked from the garden. Morgan sat next to me, she went for the all part spa treatment. Cucumbers over her eyes, face smothered in a homemade facial, her feet and hands soaking in soapy water and hair done fancily.
Mum called us in for dinner, pizza and chips. I wolfed it down, even the crusts.
I Nick glanced at mum.
Nice dinner I suppose, the only explanation for it.
It has to be.