Chapter Eleven
Becca
On the Saturday night and Sunday, I’d been in a state of shock, but by Monday morning, I’d called Roger Dexter and arranged to meet him at school. I actually felt guilty I was disturbing his summer break, but then again my whole life was being ripped apart.
Violet had arranged to go into work late so that she could look after Laurel for me. I hated how much I was inconveniencing other people, but what could I do? It wasn't appropriate to take her with me.
“I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to put these here.” I pushed an envelope containing the photos across the desk. “I’m going to tell you the contents so that you don’t have to look at them.” I breathed deep, trying to keep it together, while the headteacher waited for more of my words. “There are fo
