Kay woke up, still angry. Darren’s a twat, it’s best he’s gone to work early.
The twat was late home. She’d give him hell again when he got in, driving home drunk like that.
She looked out of the window and saw the roses needed pruning. Outside, her children screeched and she sprayed insecticide over them with her eyes.
Later, Tom asked “Where Daddy?” though Samantha could see him.
Kay closed the curtains on the night. The telephone rang. Not Darren.
No, not Darren.
She crumbled onto her knees, tears pouring, but on the inside so the children wouldn’t see.