Chapter 15
Rhonda emerged from the house lugging two suitcases. Dad watched on from the doorway as I got out and helped her put one in the boot and one in the back seat. Rhonda didn’t spare him a glance as she got in the car, but I did and squashed the momentary flash of pity at the forlorn figure he cut. Shoulders sagging, all his bluster gone, he didn’t move as we backed out of the driveway and out of his life.
‘Finally, I’m free.’ Rhonda reached up and pulled her hair out of its tight ponytail. She tossed her head from side to side and let her hair tumble around her face. I blinked, surprised by how much younger she looked with her hair down. She glanced over at me.
‘What?’
I shook my head. ‘Where do you want me to take you?’
‘To your flat, of course.’
‘Wouldn’t you feel more comf
