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buddy, just to be sure’), returned the cup to its position alongside the cup holder, then wiped his mouth on the towel.
    For a brief moment their eyes met, but Jackson quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out the Sound Machine. He pressed a button and applause exploded from the device. It was the button James pressed for him whenever his son achieved something, and now, he was recognising the achievement on his own. Warmth flooded James’ heart.
    Jackson laughed, put down the machine and clapped his own hands. James joined in, laughing, then bent down and hugged his child. Jackson’s arms stayed by his side, but he didn’t pull away. James kissed his son’s forehead and ruffled his hair as he stood straight again. ‘I’m so proud of you, Jax. Good work.’ James pressed the button and Jackson guffawed, clapping his hands hard.
    Just when it’s easy to think there’s no progress, something happens, and hope is restored. James turned around, as if to double-check no one else was there and had witnessed the simple but profound moment. He wanted to say to someone, ‘Hey, did you see that? Jackson brushed his teeth BY HIMSELF!’ But a hollow sensation swallowed his joy for a second. The space behind him was empty, a void of unfulfilled possibility. No one was here to share in this moment, or future moments like it, and he would have to get used to it.
    He returned his focus to the happy face of his little boy, now adjusting the hand towel as perfectly as he could manage it. James’ smile widened, erasing the emotional turmoil from before. This is what mattered, this is what he lived for now: his son’s happiness. He would get an answer out of Emma somehow, he could try some of the techniques he’d learned in law school, but then he would leave the past where it belonged. It was time to focus on the future, for father and son.

Chapter 6
    By eight the next morning, construction workers were already well into their workday, busying themselves with the new cabins and games room. Emma ducked over to the construction zone for a closer look.
    â€˜Morning, Emma,’ said Bob, the builder. Yep, his name was Bob, and he was a builder. Emma had made a joke the first time she met him, comparing him to the children’s television character. Bob laughed it off, and no doubt was the butt of all jokes on a regular basis. To amuse Emma, whenever she walked past or came to visit he’d start humming the Bob the Builder theme song. She liked to start her day by going past the construction zone, it put her in a good mood.
    â€˜Working hard, I see.’ She smiled.
    He tipped his hard hat like the perfect gentleman. ‘No other way to work.’ He smiled. ‘Roof will be installed next week, by the way.’ He gestured above the soon-to-be games room.
    â€˜Oh good, let’s hope the weather stays clear then.’
    â€˜Nothing but blue skies ahead, I hear.’
    She gave a nod. ‘I’ll leave you to it. Have a good day.’
    â€˜You too.’ He waved, and Emma walked off. Despite the blue skies forecast for early March, there was no way to find out her life forecast. But grey clouds were certainly hanging overhead.
    Emma unlocked the reception office and entered, flooding the room in light with a quick tug of the cords on the blinds. A small posy of flowers sat happily in a vase on the counter, and Emma smiled. Amelia always left something on the counter at the end of her workday on Mondays; flowers, chocolates, a post-it note with a smiley face on it…small gestures that helped start the work week off right. Emma planned on leaving a gift of her own on Saturday afternoon for Amelia to find Sunday morning. Something to say thanks for all the extra help she’d given over the past month. She just had to decide on the perfect gift.
    The computer powered up and she checked the bookings for the next week. And the check-outs for Monday.