Theoretically, it was about two and a half hours drive to Southampton, or at least it would have been in decent traffic and a reasonable hour. At half past nine in the morning, which was when Jayden had managed to collect himself back to something resembling a human being, throw together a bag of his things, and let Leah drag him by the wrist to her clapped-out car, it took closer to three and a half.
For the first hour, Jayden could do nothing but stare blindly at his phone and try to think beyond the looping mantra of Darren tried to kill himself that was circling in his head. He couldn’t wrap his brain around it. Darren had tried to kill himself. He’d taken an overdose and tried to…he’d felt so bad he’d wanted to die, and how had Jayden let it all go this far that his boyfriend wanted
