Dad had been generous, and not dobbed him in it, but Jayden hadn’t counted on Mum. The Tuesday after their argument, Darren left early thanks to a visit from an aunt by the very unlikely name of Petal, and so Jayden, for the first time in weeks, went home in the car with Mum rather than walking back early with Darren.
And just like the talk with Dad, he really should have seen the talk with Mum coming.
“Darling,” she’d said, not two minutes out of the theatre car park. “Let’s get some KFC and talk, shall we?”
The alarm bell didn’t just go off, it went mental.
“Um…about…what?”
“About Darren,” she said flatly, changing lanes. “I think we need a proper talk because, darling, I’ve seen the way you look at him.”
Jayden went purple. “Mum…”
She brushed him off, and kept shushing him and br
