Chapter Twenty Seven
Emma's point of view
I got home and put the shopping away in record time before heading up the stairs to the bath room, but before I could do any thing, I heard some one come home. Who? I waited and listened to see who would call out my name first.
‘Emma?!’ It was my dad. Sighing, glad that it wasn’t Dennis, I hid the test under the sink and headed back down stairs. I’ll have to take the test later, or tomorrow when every one was out and I had a bit of privacy.
Bousing down the stairs, I could hear my dad in the living room. The Tv was on, it sounded like a rugby game.
‘Hey dad, did you have a good day at work?’
‘It was alright.’
‘Do you want a cup of tea?’
‘Sure’. He didn’t even look up from the TV to answer me. I was used to it though. ‘Dinner is in the
