Chapter Thirteen
Becca
The next day, once I could escape Violet’s mothering, or should I say smothering, I returned to my own house with Laurel. Luckily, the parties who had thrown a brick through the window had not returned. The living room was strangely dark because of the boarded-up window and so despite it being a bright, sunny day, I had to switch on the main light, conscious that I didn’t want Laurel falling over, especially given that I hadn't had another chance to check for glass fragments on the floor. The first thing I did was set up Laurel’s favourite DVD and leave her singing along while I did another thorough sweep of the floor. By nine am I had Milo and Josh Waite on my doorstep while a glazier's van parked up outside.
“Get a brew on then, Becca.” Milo patted me on the bac
