Chapter 3
The phone rang as they were almost out the front door.
‘For you.’ Debbie held her hand over the receiver and whispered, ‘It’s Adam.’
Oh no ‒ the ballet. It took Clare a second to choose a white lie. ‘Adam, sorry, my phone’s been off.’ Clare took a deep breath. ‘I’m sick, Adam … yes, a pretty high temperature … it just came on so quickly. Apologise to your sister for me, won’t you? Perhaps Heather could go instead? … Yes, I know you don’t need me to organise your social life … No, don’t come round. I want an early night.’ She could see Kim through the window, holding the car seat and looking cross. ‘Got to run.’
Clare ended the call. She’d almost added I love you but had thought better of it. Letting Adam down like she had, then lying to him? These weren’t especially loving th
