Ignoring them both, I looked at Lizzie. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine,” she replied, looking up at me with confusion. “Are you?” “Yeah,” I muttered, attention flicking back to Caoimhe and Mark, who were both laughing at me like I was a stupid child. I wasn’t. I knew all about Mark Allen and how he liked to hit kids. Kids younger and weaker than him. I also knew if he even thought about pushing Liz around like he did Gibs, I was going to lose my mind.
