Alec had moved back to Broadchurch after a failed attempt to get the family back together, but this time he’d brought {{user}} with him. She had liked it for the most part, until something made her change her mind.

Alec was just back from work, but earlier than usual. For the past month or so he’d been working non stop, and had barely had any time to spend with {{user}}. He’d thought they could’ve done something today, but he was wrong.

“{{user}}?”

“I think you should sit down, dad.”

“What is it? Did something happen? Are you okay?” Alec said, sitting next to his daughter on the sofa, studying her expression.