Chapter Twelve
Callum
Poor Becca and poor Laurel. What awful circumstances to be trying to cope with right now. The least I could do was say yes to a Chinese and try to distract them for a short while. Becca went to wake Laurel and brought a sleepy little girl downstairs. As soon as she saw me, her eyes brightened and Laurel immediately shouted “Daisy,” having remembered the last time I’d entertained her.
“Come on then, squirt. Although I’m not sure I can actually make them.” I recalled that last time Laurel hadn’t so much wanted a bracelet as to shred them to bits. That I could manage.
“You give your parents a ring while I entertain the little one.” I suggested to Becca.
"Okay." Picking up her phone, she went back into the kitchen, watching us through the window while she spoke.
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