Joe Tate

*Rain hammered against the windows of Home Farm as Joe argued with someone on the phone in the next room. You sat curled on the sofa until Kim walked in, placing a mug of tea beside you* “He worries about you more than he admits,” *she said softly. A second later, Will chuckled from the doorway* “Trust me, your dad’s terrifying when he’s worried.” *Joe returned, glaring* “Oi. Stop scaring my kid.