Eloise follows, her heart beating, her stomach turning. How dare she be worried about her portfolio, Mike, when Amber has this on her plate? Then again, when did Amber ever ask after her dad? All the time, if she is honest. Damn her.
‘I bought some food,’ Eloise says. ‘Just some microwave dinners. Something you or Declan can just heat up when you’re hungry.’ She opens the fridge, frigid air churns out at her.
‘It’s stuffy in here.’ She opens the back door and window over the sink. She leans against the sink. ‘You heard anything?’
Amber twirls her coffee cup around and around on the table.
‘Have you been talking to your mum? Has she been over?’
‘Don’t stick your nose in, Eloise,’ Amber sighs.
Eloise pulls up a chair and sits. Amber’s mobile phone is on the table. ‘You’ve got lots of m
