That meant Folk was living his best life with Ivy, and the dog that was apparently mine. Also, that he was parenting like a boss on zero hours of sleep. Not that I’d know it to look at him. Folk had one of those faces that looked exactly the same one hundred per cent of the time unless he was literally dying. I’d only seen that once, and he wasn’t dying now. My friend was happy, a fact that warmed my heart as he slipped into the sales building with Ivy and Lida either side of him.
