Peter had chosen Aly. And ever since arriving back in London, she had been making him aware that she was quite pleased with his choice. As usual after Peter returned from a trip, even if he had only been gone a day or so, his children hung around him as if they were worried he might disappear again. Peter thought it was possibly the best thing ever. He was surrounded by his family and Aly had made paella, and he was the luckiest man in the world.
( Some trust in love )
( Some trust in love )