if there aren’t any? Lorna didn’t need to ask the question out loud.
‘Eventually she’ll be put up for adoption. But not until everyone is certain her father isn’t going to step forward and claim her. There’s plenty of time.’
It was what she’d thought she wanted. All the way over on the plane. But it felt different when you were faced with a person not an ‘it’. Lorna brushed her hair back off her face, feeling the heat and the stress. Pain thumped through her temples. If she could just sleep. She was sure everything would be clearer then.
‘Did you come in by taxi?’ Ellie asked, watching her.
‘Yes.’
‘Then Rafe and I will take you home.’
Home. It had never really felt like a home. Not like Ellie’s. Ellie’s and Rafe’s. Their home had been full of comfy sofas, real coffee and walls of books. A wonderful, magical, warm place.
Their mother hadn’t screamed for constant attention or taken a cocktail of pills to keep her alive. And, unlike Lorna’s mum, she hadn’t relied on either of her children to run the house for her.
‘You don’t need to—’
‘We practically pass your front door.’
‘Will Rafe mind?’
Ellie laughed. ‘Why should he? I’ll take that as ayes, then.’
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