Chapter 3

“Didn’t you tell him?” Mum asks Mandy.

“Tell me what?”

Mandy’s still not meeting my eyes. “I thought if I kept him distracted up here—”

“Distracted? Why?” My stomach’s churning again. “Will the pair of you stop talking about me, when I’m right here?”

“I came up to tell you Nicky’s at the door,” Mum says.

My brain isn’t computing the information. “What door?”

Mandy snorts again. It’s a bloody irritating habit of hers.

Mum frowns a little. “Here. At the house.”

“Now?”

“Pat….” Mandy sounds worried.

“He’s here?” I don’t seem able to make any more of a coherent sentence.

“He wants to see you.” Mum is keeping her voice deliberately calm, I can tell.

“He can’t,” Mandy blurts out. There’s a look of panic in her eyes.

“What’s he doing here?” I say, and they both stare at me. My voice was definitely too loud. I turn back to the mirror, startled to see the very real disturbance in my eyes. “What’s he doing here now?”