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Chapters (66)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise
  3. About the Author
  4. Also by Rachael Johns
  5. Title Page
  6. Dedication
  7. Chapter 1
  8. Chapter 2
  9. Chapter 3
  10. Chapter 4
  11. Chapter 5
  12. Chapter 6
  13. Chapter 7
  14. Chapter 8
  15. Chapter 9
  16. Chapter 10
  17. Chapter 11
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Chapter 25
  32. Chapter 26
  33. Chapter 27
  34. Chapter 28
  35. Chapter 29
  36. Chapter 30
  37. Chapter 31
  38. Chapter 32
  39. Chapter 33
  40. Chapter 34
  41. Chapter 35
  42. Chapter 36
  43. Chapter 37
  44. Chapter 38
  45. Chapter 39
  46. Chapter 40
  47. Chapter 41
  48. Chapter 42
  49. Chapter 43
  50. Chapter 44
  51. Chapter 45
  52. Chapter 46
  53. Chapter 47
  54. Chapter 48
  55. Chapter 49
  56. Chapter 50
  57. Chapter 51
  58. Chapter 52
  59. Chapter 53
  60. Chapter 54
  61. Chapter 55
  62. Chapter 56
  63. Chapter 57
  64. Chapter 58
  65. Epilogue
  66. Acknowledgements

‘I don’t understand,’ Adrian said, raking a hand through his hair, his ears twitching.

I turned on Sax. ‘I thought you quit the band to focus on your studies? Don’t tell me it was because you wanted more time to play The Tournament?’

Adrian answered instead of Sax. ‘You quit the band?’

Saxon stared into his lap, refusing to meet my gaze. What a mess—if I wasn’t so worried about him, I’d be embarrassed about Mrs Diapolos bearing witness to how little communication was clearly going on in our family.

Then another thought struck. ‘Hang on, if things are that bad, why are we only hearing about it now? If today’s incident hadn’t happened, when would you have let us know?’

‘Various teachers have reported trying to contact you both numerous times via email, which is always our first point of call,’ she said calmly. ‘They were all going to bring it up at teacher-parent interviews the week after next.’

‘I haven’t received any emails!’ I turned to Adrian as I yanked my phone out of my handbag to prove it. ‘Have you?’

‘Well, yeah,’ he said, sounding uncertain, ‘but we agreed that you’d continue dealing with all school communication, so I just deleted them.’

Oh my God! If I’d felt embarrassed before, now my cheeks were so hot I could probably fry an egg on them. Silence descended upon the room as I glanced down to check my junk folder. Sure enough, there was a number of emails from various teachers.

‘I changed my email a couple of weeks ago when I decided to change my name,’ I tried to explain. ‘I gave the new email to the office, but it looks like the new address sent the school ones to spam.’

‘That’s unfortunate,’ said Mrs Diapolos, ‘but what’s important is moving forward.’

‘Exactly.’ Adrian nodded his agreement, refusing to meet my gaze. ‘There’s no point either of us laying blame. In future we’d expect a phone call if Saxon is struggling with his work, and we’ll make sure he stays on top of his schoolwork.’

‘Thank you,’ she said. ‘I’m glad to hear we’re on the same page regarding this situation and hopefully Saxon’s suspension will give him time to think about his behaviour and also spend some time trying to catch up. Considering today’s incident, his possible addiction to gaming and your current home situation, I think it would also be a good idea to have our school counsellor do a few sessions with him. We understand parental separation is tough and perhaps his inner turmoil has exacerbated this situation, but there are only so many allowances we can make.’

Despite his views on therapy, Adrian agreed to this and we were all dismissed.