“My stuff is already packed on my bed,” Rachel says and Tommy nods and follows her through to her bedroom. Two suitcases on wheels are packed and ready to go. A couple of soft toys, a giraffe and a lion, sit on the bed and Tommy says, “Are these guys coming too?”
“Yeah, is it OK?”
“Of course. Anything else you want to bring? That TV won’t fit in my car but I can get Liz to pick it up and you can have a TV in your room at our place.”
“Really?”
“Don’t see why not. I’m just going to check your mum’s room.”
Tommy’s hoping for a note or something that gives away where they went to. He’s still fuming about it and part of him wants to wreck the whole house, burn the f*****g thing to the ground. Some clothes have been left in the built-in wardrobe. He goes through the chest-of-drawers by the
