Tess Brooks was washing up in the kitchen, when she looked out of the window and saw her son, Cameron, playing with his best friend, Luke. They were playing catch with a tennis ball. Luke was catching the ball in his jaws and tossing it easily to Cameron, who was having difficulty handling the ball with his small paws. Luke’s long, furry ears flapped in the breeze as he ran to and fro in the garden.
“Are you alright?” Her husband, Howard, came into the kitchen behind her. His green eyes were concerned.
“Just watching Cameron. He’s still friends with that boy.”
“They’re only four, Tess.” Howard said, knowing what she was thinking. “They don’t know any better.”
“You said that work was offering you a promotion. Up north.”
“Take it.” Tess said firmly. “We can move away while he’s still young, and he won’t remember Luke in a few months.” Howard hesitated for a moment; his son looked so happy, playing with his best friend, before he saw the determined gleam in Tess’ eye and nodded.
“I’ll tell my boss tomorrow.”