Paul rang that evening, his voice audible down the phone from Rachel picking it up to the moment she dropped it unapologetically on Jayden’s face and wandered back into the kitchen. She was making her evening meal before popping out to the pub with Tony, her self-assigned treat for watching Darren during the day, and Jayden rolled his eyes at her retreating back before pressing the phone to his ear.
“Hi, Paul.”
“Hey, Jade. All right?”
“Um…,” Jayden eyed Darren, who was still dozing on his shoulder. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“…You guess so?”
Jayden switched the phone to his other hand and tucked his arm back around Darren’s shoulder. The lack of any movement suggested he’d probably gone to sleep proper now, but his face was tucked into Jayden’s chest and Jayden just couldn’t tell. “Darren’s
