I didnt see Tyler all evening, his group must have been the ones getting the drink. Though as i cleared the tables he grabbed my arm.Tyler: Thanks for...the drinks tonight luv.'Oh no problem. No doubt see you in here again'The brief exchange was brief or thats what I hoped. But he stood outside waiting for me to finish work. I almost shreiked as I saw him walk out from behind the bins.Tyler: Heya Donna...you walking home?Oh its you...yes I am.Tyler: I'll walk you home.No...No there's no. To be completely honest, I was more excited than anything. Apprehensive? Sure, but the thought of getting some of my old passion back was enough for me to throw caution to the wind. It was about ten in the morning when I got home. I decided that I would take the doctor’s advice and try it out that day. I popped two pills, swallowed them with some water and went about my day. About an hour later, my son, Max, came home with his friend, Josh. They were playing some video games in the basement. "She hit me, her little fist landing solidly on my chest, almost making me spill my coffee. "Shut up. It's because of you that she's having a Christmas worth mentioning at all."She turned and headed downstairs, and I had to pull my eyes away from her cute little butt, before I had a physical response that would be almost too much to bear. I realized she was walking tentatively, and wondered if she was as sore as I was this morning. Probably. Maybe more so.We headed straight for the living room,. He thought he was emanating calm."Finish your breakfast and join me in the study," he replied, "and I'll tell you."She shrugged and carried on eating. Mike left for the study to which she followed him five minutes later."Sit down, Hen," he said indicating the chair opposite his. She looked surprised and then worried. He thought she had every reason to be."Something has happened–" It's not Mum is it? She's relapsed? Hurt?" No. It has to do with Mum but she's well," he paused. There was no easy.