beautiful it was. The house was built from big slabs of grey stone. Smoke curled out of the chimney and there were fresh flowers in each of the windows. Inside there was solid wood flooring and wooden beams stretching across the ceilings.
As soon as we ar rived I was guided into the kitchen by Gwen and a mug of hot tea was placed in front of me. About half an hour into our visit, Brock and Esther’s son Tommy arrived along with his wife and two children. Brock strode across the room and hugged his son, then picked up the older of the two children and swung him through the air, making him squeal with laughter.
‘ Hi Ava.’ Tommy grinned at me, holding out his hand for me to shake. ‘It’s nice to see you again.’
‘ You’re both telepaths,’ I said as it dawned on me. ‘Do powers run in families then?’
‘ Actually no, not necessarily,’ he replied. ‘Hugo is my brother-in-law and there’s no one else in his family with this particular power. Gwen is a healer and this is Toni – my wife and Gwen’s daughter. She’s able to make things grow from nothing – plants and flowers, that sort of thing.’
‘ And this little terror is Brogan.’ Brock was holding the child upside down and pretending to dip his head into the sink. The boy screamed with laughter, stretching his chubby little fingers out to reach the soapy water beneath him.
‘ Don’t make him sick, Dad,’ Tommy chided, but he was laughing as he watched. ‘This is the latest edition to our family, Eliana. She’s three months old.’ He gestured to a tiny bundle in Toni’s arms.
‘ Would you like to hold her?’ Toni asked, smiling shyly at me.
‘ Me? Oh I don’t know . . . I don’t want to drop her.’
‘ Don’t worry about it, you’ll be fine.’ She gently manoeuvred the sleeping child into my arms. I’d never seen such a young baby before and was amazed at the tiny details – the long dark eyelashes, the miniature fingernails and the cute button nose. She was just beautiful.
Hugo arrived just as Eliana woke up and began crying for her milk. I quickly handed her back to Tommy, shocked at how much noise could come from such a small creature.
‘ Do you want to go for a walk?’ Hugo asked. ‘I could show you around the farm.’
‘ Brogan walk too,’ the little boy chirruped, bouncing up and down on the spot. ‘Uncle ‘Ugo, Brogan walk too?’
Hugo crouched down so he was the same level and looked very seriously at the boy. ‘Well, I dunno, Brogan, if you want to come you’ll need your wellies on. What do you reckon?’
‘ Wellies! Wellies!’ Brogan chanted, racing out of the room. He returned with two shiny blue boots and proceeded to ram his feet inside, which was no mean feat considering he was trying to dance at the same time.
When we were finally ready, we headed outside into the yard. There was a surprising amount of land around the farmhouse, which stretched a long way into the distance.
‘ This used to be a working farm,’ Hugo explained, ‘but when the troubles started the Duds didn’t want to buy food from the Nexes, so the people who owned it went bust. When my dad died he left us some money and we ended up here. We don’t really do much with it because there’s no point. Mum grows a bit of fruit and veg that she sells to Gran for the shop and we have a few animals but they’re just pets. I wish we could have all the others back too.’
‘ Maybe you will one day.’
He shrugged. ‘I doubt it.’
We walked across the stable yard to a paddock area. There were three horses – one on its own in the paddock and two others in the fields beyond.
‘The two over there are retired riding school horses.’ Hugo pointed towards them. ‘We ride them sometimes but they’re getting a bit slow these days. The one by itself is Venus.’
I looked over at the other horse. It was a deep grey colour with a mottled pattern across its back and face. It stood watching us with its head held high.
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