CHAPTER ELEVEN
David pulled up outside Mae and Peter’s house. It was dark and the street was barely lit. There was soft drizzle floating gently down; you could just make it out in the soft lighting of the street lamps.
‘I really wish you would’ve stayed,’ he said, looking at Martha like a lovesick puppy.
He stroked her face; she held his stare and bit her lip.
‘This evening has been wonderful, and you, well, you were wonderful,’ she said blushing slightly. ‘I have to get back to Willy. I haven’t left him on his own overnight before. So much has changed for him recently, I don’t want him to think I am abandoning him. He’s probably asleep anyway, but he needs a goodnight kiss from his mum. He needs to know I am home.’
She let out a gentle sigh.
‘Why don’t you bring him over next time.
