“Thank you, Dad,” Niamh said.
“Did Ffion cause any trouble while I was gone?” she asked as she unpacked.
Cassian was silent for a moment. “Ffion and I are divorced.”
“What?” Niamh stared at him in shock.
After more than twenty years, their marriage was over? Was it because of her?
Cassian seemed to read her mind. “Niamh, it has nothing to do with you,” he said quickly. “You know that even without you, we would have ended up here eventually.”
Niamh knew what Ffion was like. Cassian was a good man who had the misfortune of marrying a woman like her.
“Dad, don’t worry. I’ll take care of you from now on,” she said. “And you should come live with us.”
Cassian nodded.
Niamh was overjoyed. For years, while she was raising the children on her own, she had constantly worried about Cassian, afraid that Ffion would bully him. Now, they could all live together and look after one another. Things were finally looking up.
...
The next morning, Niamh woke up at her usual time of six o’clock to make breakfast, only to find that Cassian had already prepared it.
“Niamh, from now on, I’ll make breakfast. You should sleep in a little longer,” he said.


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