Annabel squeezed her husband’s knee. ‘Stop looking so worried. We’ll be there soon.’
‘Sorry, sweetheart. I can’t help wondering what we’ll find when we get there.’
Phil’s thoughts kept drifting back to the last time they’d spent Christmas with his parents. The house was cold and unwelcoming, with no decorations, not even a tree. They’d had to wear several layers of clothing to keep warm. But it wasn’t just that – there wasn’t enough food.
