“Thanks for the lift, you really didn’t have to wait around.” “Are you okay?” “I’m fine, really. It’ll all seem normal pretty soon, I guess.” I highly doubted that. I wanted to live with my dad and not be stuck in the house with the whore that had made this all happen, but it was impossible. ...
“He came and saw you at work, didn't he?” She asked apologetically, cradling my sleeping sister to her chest in a soothing rhythm. “I tried to warn him not to, I don't even know how he found out you worked there.” “He'll have asked Grandma.” The only reason my father ever came back to England...