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