Chapter 20
Darren woke up and felt a weight on his chest.
He closed his eyes and groped for the alarm. He still had work, weights on his chest or not. He had to focus, somehow.
He switched his phone on while the kettle boiled for coffee. The weight had slid to his stomach and pooled there, a sticky lump of viscous lead. It hardened when the barrage of missed texts assaulted the screen, starting with an accusatory you’re overreacting and dissolving through this is f*****g stupid, Darren, answer me! and I love you but sometimes I don’t like you very much and this is one of those times! until Jayden’s anger had started ebbing around eleven o’clock and he’d said, I’m sorry it fell on our weekend but I can’t help that.
Darren snorted. Yes, he bloody could help that: he could not go.
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