Chapter Nineteen
Callum
When I’d seen Becca I’d thought I was imagining things. You know how you can imagine water in the desert? Well, for a moment I’d thought that maybe I’d dreamed Becca up as she stood in front of me. She’d looked good. Her hair was a little longer, her figure a little fuller. She looked healthy. It was nice to see her not wearing the mask of shame and grief that I’d got used to seeing over those last days before she’d left.
Now I stood on the doorstep of her new house, having just rung the bell. I actually felt a little nervous, like date nervous.
This is not a date, Callum. You’re pricing up a job, remember? I told myself. But I knew I’d not charge Becca anything beyond the materials, and probably not even that.
The door opened and Becca stood there, looking a l
