Sitting on Justin’s sofa, with Justin’s hand held tight in his, Sean waited for the call to connect.“Hi, Dad. Happy New Year.”The silence at the other end of the phone was broken by a surprised “Sean?”“I don’t think there’s anyone else who calls you Dad, unless you’ve got something to tell me.” Sean joked, trying to relieve the tension.“How are you? Where are you?”“I’m home—I mean, back in the UK.” But Justin’s flat was Sean’s home now. He was still getting used to that.“Been back long?”“A couple of weeks. Sorry I haven’t been in touch before, but I’ve been busy getting settled. Finding work… somewhere to live.”“You could have come back here if you’d needed.”Sean raised his eyebrows, glancing at Justin who frowned and mouthed, “What?” as he was only getting half of the conversation. Maybe Sean should have put it on speaker.Sean leaned in close, their heads almost touching, so Justin would be able to hear his dad. He swallowed, searching for the courage to be honest.
What do You think about What Happens At Christmas?
