Jordan POV
I managed to make it home and into bed without disturbing anyone. Surprisingly, the house was empty, with no sign of Father anywhere. He must have gone out, I’d mused, grateful for it and I’d tiptoed down into the basement, had a freezing cold shower, and then dressed into comfortable sweatpants and sweatshirt, dragged a threadbare blanket over me and promptly passed out on my thin mattress.
The next morning, there was still no sign of father but there was also no sign of Sarah either. I was able to not only make breakfast but also eat it for myself. I cleaned up the dishes and then went and put a huge load of laundry on, deciding I would use the time to catch up on the housework that needed doing as I only had that day to do it and then would be back at school again and woul
