Alix sat herself up onto the kitchen counter just as Josh put the last of the dishes away.  Grabbing the 100 quid bottle of Rosé and two glasses he jumped up onto the counter beside her. 

“Honestly I could eat anything,” he said as he popped the cork off the bottle.”Hell, I could even one of those scones that Sophie baked a few weeks back.” Josh poured two generous glasses and handed one to his wife.

“Even with the whip cream she made with salt instead of sugar,” he said as he chuckled to himself. He took a sip from his glass while trying to steal him a piece of his wife’s chocolate. 

“How about Indian?” He asked.

“The past few days were shit, so I feel like torturing myself with spicy food and alcohol.”
He closed his eyes. All he could see was the image of the screaming girl. No longer a faceless girl in the shadows, but now the girl was Sophie screaming as he sees him approach with a gun in his hand.  

Lifting his glass in a half hearted toast. 

“Lets start off with the good stuff and then move onto something heavier,” he said with his eyes closed. He took another gulp of his wine.

That girl had a Father, and 48 hours earlier he riddled his body with bullets. In a matter of seconds he had turned the girl into an orphan. 

Opening his eyes he pulled out his phone and opened up uber-eats and ordered their regular.