It was a regular day. She sat in the usual chair in the corner while Sam and his children sprawled across the sofa. Jemima was already asleep, legs over the back of the setee and head lolling over the edge. Paul was curled up on one end, knees tucked under his nose. He was sniffling as though he had a cold, but she knew it was just his typical allergies, he must be using the cat’s pillow to lean on. She should have moved it. Paul sniffed again. Sam looked at her pointedly. She guiltily averted her eyes.