Chapter TenThe weeks rolled by and the remnants of summer were carried away on strong autumn winds. On impulse, Sophie decided to have a big sort out; a declutter, ready for Christmas. Ryan's belongings were thrown into boxes, sellotaped up and the word arse scrawled over them. He had been pestering her for weeks now, bombarding her with emails and messages through her mother.
“Is it wise to block him?” Yvonne asked, “there could be an emergency and you might need to contact him urgently.”
Sophie gave a derisive snort, “he hasn't even made any attempts to spend time with the boys. Stuff him.”
“He's not well,” Yvonne countered, “the football club have dropped him for a younger striker and he seems to be sliding into depression.”
“They have?” Sophie stopped scrubbing at the sink and pull
