Chapter 32
A sharp shrieking pierced the darkness, and Jayden groaned, turning his face further into the pillow. The baby was crying again. After a pause, he heard Dad’s heavy tread in the hall and the screaming died to a plaintive whimpering.
And then Jayden realised the bed was cold.
He sat up, blinking in the dim light. The alarm clock on the side table said one fifty-eight, but it was an hour out, so it was actually almost two in the morning. The moon was high and clear in an icy sky, and Darren’s silhouette was outlined by the critical glare. He was sitting on the windowsill, feet almost wholly obscured by the borrowed pyjama bottoms, arms wrapped loosely around his knees, and staring blankly down into the empty street.
“Darren?”
He didn’t move, didn’t even twitch. Jayden gingerl
