Chapter 27A loud cry came from the cot. Angie sighed, looking for John; not there. Meaning she had to see to AJ herself.
She felt sick to her stomach but she picked him up, changed his nappy and carried him downstairs. John sat at the table, eating his breakfast. He had taken the bandages off his arms. They were red and ugly blisters covered them; she guessed he must be in pain. But she didn't feel sorry for him after what he'd done to her.
'Good sleep?' he asked.
'Not bad,' she said. 'But I imagine I'm in for a hectic day. AJ only woke up twice, not too bad considering he's unwell. I'll give him his medicine and hope he'll take his feed too.'
'OK.'
'I wish you could be at home with me.'
'So, do I, but you know that's impossible. We have bills to pay, and the mortgage … but hey, once
