“Spousal, for sure,” he thought. Don’t you miss it?”
Olivia was quiet, letting her fingers lightly drift back and forth across her father’s chest, feeling the comfort of his slow breathing, his warmth through his shirt, his scent that she’d unconsciously absorbed and breathed in thousands of times and now breathing it in consciously for the first time in a very long time. XXX Taunts that she had never heard from Pete. “No. Her wall posters were the subject of many jibes from Pete, a welcome injection of humour as the years progressed. “It’s now or never,” he thought to himself. “Mmmpphh” came the muffled reply, softly against his chest. Finally, after she’d shakily taken another sip of her wine, she said “I’m sorry, Dad, could you please repeat that?”
“It’s prostate cancer,
