“Rosie!” Mum thundered.
A look of hurt crossed his features.
“I think it's best I leave, Dee,” he said.
“But you just got here,” Mum whispered, taking his hands in hers.
I scoffed, making my way up the stairs and into my room.
I slammed the door behind me and locked it.
I was angry.
“Fuck!”
I wanted...