My son knows his father.

The next morning I woke up early as always, I packed my bags and the car to go on a trip. It's my first time leaving Staithes, so I tell my mother I'd take Austin on a little holiday, so he can forget what happened at school. She agrees with me, while she knows that Austin is the most important thing for both of us.

Before we leave, my son goes into her grandmother's room to say goodbye to her, while I wait for him in the car, while I turn on the GPS. My son returns to the car with a letter in his hands, but I don't pay attention, he just keeps it in his pocket.

The journey from Staithes to London by car is five or six hours. My son couldn't even last half an hour of the journey, and he fell asleep like a baby. His eyes and his skin reminded me so much of Dustin and Liza, and even though I have never lived with Dustin, I feel like I can smell his perfume as I run my nose across his skin.

When we arrived in London, the air was blowing hard and the rain was drenching everyone outside. A