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Chapters (46)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Note to Readers
  5. Dedication
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-One
  27. Chapter Twenty-Two
  28. Chapter Twenty-Three
  29. Chapter Twenty-Four
  30. Chapter Twenty-Five
  31. Chapter Twenty-Six
  32. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  33. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  34. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  35. Chapter Thirty
  36. Chapter Thirty-One
  37. Chapter Thirty-Two
  38. Chapter Thirty-Three
  39. Chapter Thirty-Four
  40. Epilogue
  41. Acknowledgements
  42. About the Author
  43. Also by the Same Author
  44. Book Credits
  45. HarperNorth Newsletter
  46. About the Publisher

But Clare was livid; she’d started and there was no way she wasn’t going to finish. ‘I work all the hours that God sends, so he can have a good life and when he is actually home, all he does is moan or play on that game all night. His bedroom is a shit-tip and he just treats the house as if it’s a bleeding hotel—’

Ged had had enough, she was doing his head in. He didn’t care who else was in the room.

‘Mam, wind your neck in. How embarrassing are you? Shut up, will you?’

That was it. Clare was going for gold. She sprang to her feet, ready to throttle him. ‘You see what I have to put up with? He needs anger management. It was bad enough before. But now it’s like he’s changed overnight. One minute he is the son that I love, a decent lad. Now he’s just a cheeky bastard who doesn’t give a toss about anyone but himself.’

Tina took control of the situation. This wasn’t how she had planned the meeting at all.

‘Ged, would you agree that things haven’t been that good at home? You can see how upset your mother is.’

Ged didn’t get why he was the one at fault. ‘She’s the one who started it. Every time I speak about my dad, she disrespects him and calls him a fucking idiot. Go on, Mam, tell them you said he was just a sperm donor, that he’s never been a dad.’

Clare raised her hand to her throat, his words choking her. Donny sent Ged across to the other side of the room before they started laying into each other. He meant business now; this was his school with his rules, not a bleeding boxing ring. No wonder the kids here had problems when their parents were just as hot-headed as their children. Tina poured Clare a glass of cold water.

‘Here you go, it will help you calm down. Might I suggest that we just have a five-minute breather so everyone can calm down?’

Donny nodded. ‘Come on, Ged, let’s me and you go and grab a bit of fresh air for a few minutes. We’ll sort this mess out, don’t worry.’

Ged stood up – it was clear he was about to snap. ‘Just get me out of here away from her. It’s her fault winding me up all the time. She’s a crank.’

‘Come on, let’s get that fresh air,’ Donny steered him out of the room.