6
My second glass of wine doesn’t touch the sides. I’m too tense. I’ve been staring at the back door for the past hour, waiting for Thea to walk through it.
Where the hell is that b****y girl?
She promised she’d be straight home after school. After giving me that lecture, telling me not to worry, and she goes and does something like this.
I glance down at my mobile to see if she’s texted me.
She hasn’t.
I call her. Voicemail again.
What if something terrible has happened to her?
No, the school would have called.
What if she missed the bus home and had to walk?
No, it’s not that far, and she would have called me to come and get her.
Oh my God, what if some paedophile snatched her on the way home?
I’m gonna look for her. Where though? The school? The shopping centre? A friend’s h
