But what the hell do I say? That I infected my own daughter? That there’s a teenage boy buried in my garden?
No.
I could tell her that Thea just found the blood in my sock drawer. Maybe she thought it was something else.
No, I can’t. Mum would never forgive herself. I’ll just need to tell her that I’m desperate for money. Maybe a secret gambling debt. Yeah, that might work. First thing in the morning, I’ll take out as much cash from the ATM as I can, and then stop off at Mum’s house to grab some money. She doesn’t have to know the truth; she’s got enough on her plate with Dad. Thea and I will head down to South Wales; find some cheap place to rent. Hell, maybe Kate’s got a few connections for a job—off the books of course.
Yeah, I can do this. We can do this. People run away all the ti
