“Where are your parents?” I asked, following her inside the room that had been like my own for years. “Are they out for the day?” “I’m not sure,” she replied, peeling off her drenched school jumper as she moved straight for her bed. “We’re not exactly on talking terms at the moment.” My brows shot up. “Even Catherine?” “Dad doesn’t let me get within a ten-foot radius of Mam,” she explained with a sigh. “He thinks I’m dangerous.”
Let's hear it for the man of the year…
