"Oh thank you, Jenny." Nate gratefully accepted a steaming cup of tea, wrapping his hands around it.

"So, I see you haven't changed much about the place." That was as much an attempt at idle conversation, desperate to fill the vast empty silences that often hung between them. It was a dig at his brother, a not-so-subtle suggestion that Toby was a dreary, unimaginative sort, fossilised in a house that was moribund memorial to the past.