Chapter 22
CHAPTER 22 I COULDN’T BEAR going back to Edith’s alone that Saturday night, so I went to see Jaz instead. Weeks had passed since we spent any time together, and apart from text messages and a few hurried phone calls, we hadn’t spoken either. I’d been a terrible friend. When Connor did the shopping, he’d picked up a gooey chocolate mousse from Tesco and a nice bottle of wine. I resisted the urge to wallow in self-pity and snarf both of them down because when I called Jaz earlier, she’d offered to cook dinner. As long as I didn’t mind sharing the table with Amir and Stevie, anyway. Even Stevie’s company was better than my own. The devil child was sitting in the kitchen when I arrived, strapped into his carry seat. Jaz had put duct tape over the buckle, and Stevie scratched at it with hi
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