Chapter Ten
“I’ll bring some food up to the bedroom in twenty minutes or so.”
Flynn turns to go upstairs, and I walk to the kitchen without even looking at my mother. I’m still trying to work out what the plan is. Clearly Flynn has one. He didn’t want me to fight to keep him here any longer, but what is he going to do?
Once I’m standing in front of the cooker, I realise I don’t have a clue what to cook for him. The man needs a hot meal. He needs his b****y brains checked, too. Why couldn’t he have just stayed in bed? I could have had the whole thing sorted by now if he had.
I check the fridge and hit the jackpot. A bowl of last night’s stew. Even I can manage to heat that up, and it’ll be nutritious and filling. Least he’ll have a good meal in his stomach before he disappears out into
