Chapter 25
By eight o’clock that evening, Jayden was absolutely shattered.
He had twitched all the way home in Rachel’s car, still jittery, and Darren had bundled him off to bed in a strict no-nonsense manner he’d definitely picked up from Mrs. Peace (or whatever she was called after the divorce. Ms. Akbar?). Then the phone hadn’t stopped ringing for a couple of hours—Jayden’s mum, after the hospital had finally decided to call her; Darren’s brother, for the same reason; Ethan, after seeing Rachel’s laughing f*******: update that tagged both of them as having been in a smash…
Ethan had been funny, actually, because he’d spent half an hour shouting at Darren for ‘f*****g up your f**k-ugly face a week before my big f*****g day, you f**k!’ and hadn’t deviated from the theme much for the en
