“I don’t think so,” he said, fumbling for his keys. Regardless of the banter, he didn’t fall to notice that Scott’s car didn’t move an inch until Jayden had opened the front door and Darren was in the hall. When it did, it peeled away slowly, almost hesitantly.
“He’s been hovering,” Darren said.
“I can’t blame him.” Jayden dropped his keys on the table. “Mum!”
No answer.
“They must still be at work,” Jayden said and shrugged. “Well. I’ve been going straight to the hospital from school. I’d better text Mum and tell her we’re home. C’mon, let’s go to my room. If you fall asleep on my bed, you’ll be more comfortable.”