Chapter 38The weekend was the best time to leave, Angie thought, a week later – and with her dad out shopping with Rachel that Saturday morning, she had the perfect opportunity. The night before, she'd packed her belongings in a large suitcase and stored it in the wardrobe.
She had breakfast as normal, but began to shake when she saw Alan come into the kitchen, all smiles, ready to pick Rachel up.
'Right, I'm off,' he said, putting on his coat. 'Anything you want while we're out?'
'Yes, a packet of hot cross buns and some chocolate biscuits if you don't mind.'
'OK. See you later.' He bent over and kissed her cheek.
She stopped trembling once he'd gone; giddy with excitement, she rushed upstairs, pulled out her suitcase from the wardrobe and dragged it to her car. Without looking back,
