34It was midnight when Rachel got back. She felt unsettled and at the same time foolish. Walking home alone shouldn't have been such a trauma and she didn't want to feel like John and Charlie had to escort her everywhere. They already thought she needed constant protection, it would kill her if they were right. She tiptoed into the flat, expecting Charlie to launch into the big brother routine but the flat was empty. She poked her head into the bedroom and resisted the urge to cheer victoriously. The bed was hers. She leapt on it, her exhausted limbs sighing in relief. Roxy may have lived in a pigsty but his bed was the most comfortable thing she had ever slept on, providing she didn't think about all the things he had done on it.
She was too tired to worry about John and Charlie and wher
