Chapter 72 Another Kind Of Valentine's Day

• Melissa
• The next day was Valentine’s Day. I remembered it when Jack Jr. came to me, proudly bearing a small bouquet of flowers he had plucked from the garden. I was preparing lunch and humming to myself as I worked.
• Tristan had appeared at breakfast but had barely glanced my way. He seemed to be busy with his work and I wondered absently why he had bothered to come to stay with his father at all; he never seemed to have time for the older man. Not that Geoff seemed to mind; he walked in the garden with Jack Jr, read to my son and spent time in the sun, watching as my son and the dog ran around, shouting and barking respectively, enjoying themselves.