Curtains Close; Take a bow. I think we fooled all of them now.

Rain's POV

There was still dust on top of the cupboard. I trailed my finger along it, remembering the loss of a friend for the safety of the little baby, who was now sat behind me on his bed.

"It's coming from in there." He pointed, at the lower cupboard drawer.

We'd cleaned the entire room, searched it high and low for any stuff that was left over from Danny. But when I opened the drawer, it was empty.

I listened again, the room falling to silence. There was definitely a ticking sound. And in the corner of my eye, I saw Oli pouring himself some whiskey.

"Hey Daddy shouldn't be having that..." I called, playfully.

He pouted his lips and me and turned his head, smiling at me. "You found out what's ticking?"

I paused. "No...". I collapsed my legs out onto the ground. "Alright. Mommies going to find out where its coming from, okay?" I tapped Hanleys soft hair and he cuddled my arm, before climbing back into his bed.

I pulled the cupboard forward from the wall, just enough so I could slide my hand behind it. And then I felt something leathery. Like a book. I slowly pulled it out.

It was a journal that Danny had kept. It dated far back to when him and Oli were best friends. When I opened it, there was a watch inside. It had his family's initials engraved on it. I sighed.

"What is it, mommie?" Hanley leaned forward now, ruffling his sheets.

My eyes widened. "Just an old book honey. Its got a watch in it. That was what the ticking noise was. Now go to bed." I chased up to him and kissed his head. "Goodnight." I whispered, switching of his bedside lamp.

I closed the door behind me. Oli was watching TV in the living room. I crept into our room, closing the door behind me. I went through to the en suite bathroom, holding the journal close to me.

I sat beside the sink, running my fingers down the cover of the journal.

"Babe?" Oli tapped on the door. "You alright?"

I hesitated. "Um.... Yeah... Not feeling well..." I made up an excuse to be alone.

"Morning sickness? In the night? Jesus..." He laughed slightly. "Get better." He finally whispered through the door. I listened out for him to leave.

Some things probably shouldn't be read, but resisting it could have been too much. To hear someones opinion of you and everyone you love first hand, without any bias information. There were so many gaps through his life that I never understood, and I didn't think reading this would do any harm...

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