Chapter Forty-One‘Oh, thank God!’ Mum hurtles out of the kitchen as I close the front door behind me. ‘Where the hell have you been?’
‘Just out,’ I mutter, unclipping Roscoe’s lead. He trots straight into the kitchen for his dinner.
‘Without your phone?’ She waves it in my face. ‘i***t!’
‘Right. Sorry.’ I take it from her. I’m not sorry.
‘Doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter, you’re home now.’ She pulls me in for a hug that feels too forced. ‘I’ve plated your dinner up.’ She follows me into the kitchen, fussing around with loading up the dishwasher while I eat homemade chicken pie and chips. It’s cold, but it’s good. I’m so hungry that I think even Roscoe’s dinner would’ve tasted fine.
‘Is Jenna home yet?’ I ask after swallowing my last mouthful.
Mum takes my plate and starts scraping the
