Lola
Jacob drove us home and then both he and Jack carried all my bags inside their home. I had tried to take a couple of them but they both seemed to be offended at the suggestion I carried anything.
" Mum is home with your things," Jack had told me as we walked up the steps to the door of their house.
" How do you know?" I asked him.
" Oh, I, er, saw her car as we drove in."
" But how do you know she has my things?"
" Because we know she wouldn't come back without them, right J?" Jacob had chimed in.
" Yeah, exactly."
I narrowed my eyes slightly as I looked at them both. Why did I get the feeling they were being evasive about something?
I decided not to dwell on it though. Why would they be lying about how they know that their mum has my things?
Maybe, after years of living in
