Back The Friend
Chapters (68)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Prologue
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Chapter 31
  35. Chapter 32
  36. Chapter 33
  37. Chapter 34
  38. Chapter 35
  39. Chapter 36
  40. Chapter 37
  41. Chapter 38
  42. Chapter 39
  43. Chapter 40
  44. Chapter 41
  45. Chapter 42
  46. Chapter 43
  47. Chapter 44
  48. Chapter 45
  49. Chapter 46
  50. Chapter 47
  51. Chapter 48
  52. Chapter 49
  53. Chapter 50
  54. Chapter 51
  55. Chapter 52
  56. Chapter 53
  57. Chapter 54
  58. Chapter 55
  59. Chapter 56
  60. Chapter 57
  61. Chapter 58
  62. Chapter 59
  63. Chapter 60
  64. Chapter 61
  65. Chapter 62
  66. Acknowledgements
  67. About the Author
  68. About the Publisher

‘Yes, but I’m going to try and sort something, a day out before you go back. How does that sound?’

‘Sounds mega, thanks, Grandad. You sure I can’t give you a game on here before you go?’ Richard looked back over to where his son stood with arms firmly crossed. He needed to go. He would try again, pick up Thomas for a day out, take some of the pressure off his son and maybe even be appreciated for doing it.

‘Not today. But I’ll sort something, OK?’ Richard tightened his squeeze, lingering for as long as he could. Thomas was quick to put his headphones back on and sit down in front of his game. Richard moved straight for the way out, stopping briefly to take a last look at the ruffled bed sheets. ‘Look, I didn’t come here to fall out with you. You’re all I’ve got left. That means I’m here for you, whatever you need, whatever I can do.’

‘I’ll bear that in mind.’

Richard ground his teeth. He needed to go away, to be calm.

‘No, you won’t,’ he growled. He shook his head and started down the stairs. Colin called after him.

‘No, I probably won’t. What was it you said you were? Old and useless, wasn’t it?’

Richard hurried back out into the fresh air. By the time he was pacing back across the yard his eyes had blurred to the point where he was just making for the silver block that he knew to be his car. He leaned on it, trying to catch his breath, waiting for the rage and stress to dissipate.

It took a couple of minutes. Then Richard got back into his car and cast a glance over to the main house, to where a curtain fell back shut.

‘Just making sure I leave, are you? Don’t you worry, my love, I know when I’m not wanted.’

Chapter 25

Sharon Evans had been trying to be strong for so long now it was part of her daily routine. Any time she stood by Callie’s bed she refused to cry, to even look sad. She liked to talk to her, to update her with what was going on, and always with a song in her voice and a smile on her face. Even if it was generally forced and her updates felt totally pointless. Sharon’s world now had a new perspective and so talking through an article on Love Island contestants to her sleeping daughter took every ounce of her energy.