Chapter Seven
I wait in bed on Sunday morning until the last of the pre-church activity is finished and the house is quiet. Then I pull on a paint-stained T-shirt over my pyjamas and head downstairs to make something for breakfast. I’m leaning against the counter drinking a glass of water and waiting for the kettle to boil when I hear someone unlocking the front door.
“Where did she say she left it?” Caleb asks.
“She couldn’t remember,” Josh says.
I tap my finger against the side of the glass and wait in silence. They won’t be long. If I’m lucky, they won’t even come in here and I won’t have to answer the question, Why aren’t you joining us for—
“Oh, hey,” Caleb says, appearing in the kitchen doorway.
Not so lucky after all. “Hey. I thought you guys left already.”
“Julia left her pu
