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I somehow managed to get out of work on time today. Twenty past two is pretty good going these days. Aimee doesn’t even know I’m driving up to Cardiff. She thinks I’m in the flat all day. I think she’ll understand why I have to see Mum. Haven’t seen her in weeks, and she’s only been to the flat once. She’s always asking about it, always offering to come down, but we’re always too busy with something.
The traffic is moving pretty slowly when I hit Cardiff city centre, but I don’t mind. What’s the rush?
Dad pops up in my head just as I drive past his old office. I hate the sight of the grey-old place, bringing back those awful memories. I swallow the lump in my throat and focus on the road ahead.
I turn the car down Lewis Road, onto Bridge Street, and then home. Well, sort of. Not anym
