Quiet times [locked to Martha]
Lucas had been quietly collecting supplies for a slightly happier trip into the woods. This time it was one he was actually looking forward to. The weather was slightly on the dull side, but it certainly wasn't going to be cold. No matter what, he'd cope.
He hadn't actually bothered to tell anyone what he was doing. He barely saw Ros now, finding it far easier to keep out of her way until she had calmed down. They checked in with each other a couple of times a week, but it was purely business, with none of the tentative friendship they'd started to build. She was spending a lot of time at the clinic with Adam, anyway. Tom was busy with Maisie, and Ruth, well, she was Ruth. One weekend, who'd notice?
Early afternoon, he was knocking at the door to Martha's hotel room, backpack by his side and a small smile gracing his face as he waited for her to answer.
He hadn't actually bothered to tell anyone what he was doing. He barely saw Ros now, finding it far easier to keep out of her way until she had calmed down. They checked in with each other a couple of times a week, but it was purely business, with none of the tentative friendship they'd started to build. She was spending a lot of time at the clinic with Adam, anyway. Tom was busy with Maisie, and Ruth, well, she was Ruth. One weekend, who'd notice?
Early afternoon, he was knocking at the door to Martha's hotel room, backpack by his side and a small smile gracing his face as he waited for her to answer.