Chapter 15
“Is this true?”
It was the Sunday morning after he’d come back from the Phillips’, and Darren was feeling something akin to withdrawal symptoms: he felt tense, lethargic, bored, and muggy, almost. Like there was a fog in his head.
Thankfully, he was still in training and so, generally speaking, still had weekends off. Which meant sitting in Rachel’s flat with her whilst she marked spelling tests with star stickers in various colours, and he paid his bills. It was mindless work, but the company was nice.
“Is what true?”
“This.”
“What’s this?” he mumbled, not looking up.
“Your Facebook.”
“Probably not, then.”
“I’m going through your pictures, and there’s one of you at some music camp thingy.”
“When?”
“Um…” she paused, scrolling, then said: “About five years ago? Six? Yo
