KASE STUDY

 By Tessa Harvey



    Belle woke up feeling she was not alone. The sun was streaming through the windows. She glanced round the room and her heart skipped a beat when she saw her three grandchildren clustered around the edge of her bed.
    Silver and Willow were dressed in what they called distressed jeans with rumpled tops that looked slept in.
    Felix was hiding the fact that he was sucking his thumb, a sure sign of his distress. Belle has woken from a dream of a small boy in brown, gold and blue clothes. Felix was dressed exactly like the child in her dreams.
    She wondered what this meant. She was tired and her head ached.     
    "Guys," she said somewhat croakily, "what gives?"
"Mum has gone with the police," Willow replied, her voice soft and uncertain.
"Can you look after us, with dad?"
"Grandad doesn't need you now," added Silver. "We will be good."
"And I want to come too," whispered Silver, damp thumb waving, "and can we have Riva's baby? He's still alive."

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