Chapter 7
Some of my apprehension faded when I heard Scott’s voice. Then I remembered what had happened last time he was here. Frowning, I finger combed my hair as Mum rushed to let him in, wondering if he was going to accuse me of going to the media again.
After a brief murmur of conversation with Mum, he said, ‘Excuse me, Mrs Gregory, but I need to speak to your daughter. If you wouldn’t mind giving us a few moments.’
Mum swiftly exited the room. Soon I could hear her clanging dishes together in the kitchen, leaving me alone with Scott, struggling not to fidget under the weight of his stare.
‘May I sit down?’
‘What? Of course. Have a seat.’
I expected him to sit on one of the armchairs opposite the couch but to my surprise he sat next to me. His weight made the couch dip and I slid
