"We've got to leave!"
She spoke as she bent and picked up Timmy, almost throwing him over her shoulder. He giggled.
Tracey's words sounded surprisingly calm, only a slight tremor in her voice giving away her suppressed fear.
Ricky wanted to leave - to take them both and run away - but where to? With what? They couldn't just up and run!
"Now!" ordered Tracey. "Ricky! Get our coats and money and let's go!"
She grabbed her handbag. "Outside. Anywhere! Just to sit and think. Work out what's happening. Now!"
Ricky was moving too slowly.
"Fucking NOW!" she screamed.
And Timmy giggled.