touched it and found the engine hot. I was glad he’d only just arrived; any earlier and he’d have woken Josh from his afternoon sleep. But when I went up to the flat, there was only Adam, sitting on the sofa, and I knew straightaway that something was wrong from the look on his face.
‘Where’s Rob?’ I asked, putting the shopping bags down on the floor.
‘He’s left.’
I put both hands on my back, easing the ache from it. ‘Isn’t that his motorbike outside?’
‘No.’ He paused. ‘It’s mine.’
‘Yours?’
‘That’s right.’
Stunned, I sat down opposite him.
‘I don’t understand. How can you afford a motorbike?’ He didn’t say anything and my heart sank. ‘Please don’t tell me you took out a loan. I thought we agreed no loans, that we only buy what we can afford.’
He lay his head back against the sofa. ‘Oh, don’t worry, we can afford it.’
I looked at him, puzzled by his attitude. Had my parents relented and sent a cheque or something? When I’d found out I was pregnant again, I’d written to ask if they could restore the allowance they’d paid me since my sixteenth birthday from money my grandmother had left me. My father had refused, telling me my grandmother would be as ashamed of me as they were. I didn’t think they’d have changed their minds and even if they had, the allowance was in my name so Adam wouldn’t have been able to touch it. Maybe his parents?
‘Did your parents lend you the money?’
‘No,’ he said, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.
‘A bonus from Mr Wentworth?’
He gave a snort of laughter. ‘I wish.’
‘Well, maybe if you turned up for work a bit more often, he’d give you one!’ I retorted. ‘Stop playing games, Adam. Where did you get the money from?’
He lowered his head and looked me straight in the eye. ‘You know damn well where.’
It took me a moment to realise what he meant. Running into the bedroom, I found the shoebox open on the bed, empty except for a handful of one and two pound coins. When I’d last counted, there’d been over a thousand pounds. Now there were barely ten. Sick with fear that he could do such a thing, I picked up the box and went tearing back to him.
‘How dare you?’ I cried. ‘How dare you steal my money?’
He was on his feet in an instant.
‘How dare you?’ he countered angrily, his face close to mine. ‘How dare you keep money from me when you knew how much I wanted a motorbike.’
‘Only since Rob bought one! You never mentioned wanting a bike before that!’
‘Because I thought I’d never be able to have one, not with a child to bring up! But then Rob enlightened me, told me the reason I couldn’t afford one was because you’d been hiding money from me. So, when exactly were you planning to leave me?’
I stared at him. ‘What are you talking about? When have I ever said that I wanted to leave you?’
‘Why else would you have been hoarding money?’
‘Not to leave you! I love you, Adam, although sometimes I don’t understand why, not when you behave like you do.’
‘So what was the money for then?’
‘I was saving to take you and Josh on holiday!’
From his bedroom, Josh began to cry, woken by our raised voices. A flash of fear ran through me.
‘When? When did you buy the bike?’
‘This morning, while you were out.’
‘I was only gone two hours.’
‘It was long enough.’
‘Was Rob here? Did he stay here while you went to buy it?’
‘No, it was one of his friends who was selling it, so he came with me.’
I stared at him, hating that he hadn’t even grasped what I was getting at. ‘How did you get it back here?’
‘How do you think? I rode it!’
‘How?’
‘What do you mean, how?’
‘I mean how did you ride it when you had Josh with you?’
I could see him working it out, see him thinking – Josh? The blood drained from his face.
‘You forgot, didn’t you?’ I moved towards him, so mad that I wanted to scratch his eyes out. ‘You forgot about Josh. You look after him so rarely that you forgot he existed. You went off to buy yourself a motorbike leaving your son here, your son who could have woken up and found himself alone in the flat.’ I looked behind him to the open window. ‘Josh is nearly three, Adam, three! He can climb!’
‘I didn’t know,’ he stuttered. ‘I didn’t think.’
‘You never think, that’s the problem! You think about yourself, but you don’t think about me, or Josh, you never have and you never will! So this is what you’re going to do. I’m going out and when I come back, I want you gone! Go and live with Nelson – you think more of him than you do of us. Here’s the money for your fare!’ And I flung the contents of the box in his face.
For days after, I could see the marks on his forehead where the coins hit him.
Although Adam returned the bike that afternoon and managed to get the money back, he’s never forgiven Rob for misleading him. Neither have I, because I know that when Jess told him what I’d told her in confidence – that I was secretly saving – she would also have mentioned why. At the time, I wondered at Rob’s motive. Then I remembered how persistent he’d been in asking me out, even though I’d already met Adam, even though each time I refused. Even now the only thing I can think of is revenge. As I sit behind Kirin and Jess, watching the beautiful countryside fly past the window, a shiver goes down my spine.
12 P.M. – 1 P.M.
I take my leather jacket from the cupboard under the stairs and head out to the garage. Even if I’m only going into Windsor, I still feel the same sense of excitement when it comes to going out on my bike. I put my helmet on, my music starts playing, and it’s like I’m in my own secret world.
I switch on the ignition and the engine roars into life. I can’t believe how good it feels to have had that conversation with Josh. As we sat drinking our second beer, we began to talk like we’ve never talked before, not about anything very meaningful but about everyday stuff. He wanted to know about the techniques
