There's a man you know.

Maybe he's your dad. Your grandfather. Your neighbour who never says much. But fixes everything and makes a roast on Sundays that nobody can explain.

He's lived a life that would fill ten books. He's got stories that would make you laugh until something hurts and go quiet in ways you weren't expecting. He's wise in the way only someone who's been completely wrong a few times can be wise. Yet he's disappearing.

Not dramatically, not all at once. He's just sitting in a chair in a house that used to be full. With fifty years of gold in his chest & nobody's asking him to open it.

This is the story of Reg.

A man whose life had everything. Lost the one thing that made everything make sense. He's now living in the space between a full life and an empty chair. With a golden retriever who gets him up every morning, a granddaughter who's started writing things down & a fence post he'll never fix.

Not because he can't. Because some things you leave exactly where they fell.

Reg is the story we're all terrified of telling too late.

Read chapters one to five of ten, before you forget to ask.