TEMPER AFLAME, MY CHEST heaved in my struggle to remain calm enough to drive through the incessant ringing of my mobile. After the fifth bout of trilling, I snatched it up. “I’m driving.”
“Where the hell are you, Jem? You were meant to be back ages—”
I cut him off, unable to cope with the ranting of another man—even Sean. As the phone rang again, a twitch flickered beneath my right eye, and with barely controlled breaths, I hit the connect button. “I can’t talk right now. I’m driving.”
“What’s happened?”
“I’ll be home in ten minutes. I’ll explain then.”
He released a deep breath. “Ten minutes, Jem.”
I hung up, but I’d heard his tone and knew he’d been going out of his mind.
As a result, the rest of the journey passed at stupid speeds. I looked to the radio, considered turning it on
