CHAPTER TWENTY
Tom’s mum, Robyn, hung onto her son and scuffed the toe of her sneaker on the floor, while the other parents greeted Ness and Duane. They wore sympathetic faces, made the right noises, but Georgie noticed their lack of eye contact, particularly as they explained why they needed to take their kids home. Ten minutes later, they were gone, along with Sara, Anna, Nicole and Noah.
Cowards.
Georgie watched Robyn. She seemed about to say something, then changed her mind, perhaps working out how to break the news that they were leaving too.
But when she said, ‘I can’t imagine how you’re feeling,’ her voice was wobbly, genuine.
Ness nodded, with a pinch then softening between her brows.
‘We’ll stay and help. Any way we can.’
I didn’t see that coming.
Ness’s face crumpled. A t
