An hour later she got off her bed and crossed the hall to the bathroom. The house was very quiet and intuitively she knew her dad wasn’t home. She took a quick shower and then returned to her room in flannel pjs and a bathrobe.
Tonight, she was cold, and she wasn’t sure if it was the shock of the fight she had with her father, the fact she had almost spilled everything with Diarmid right there or because Stavros had gotten under her skin. All she knew was she felt frigid inside and out.
She needed her phone and once again she’d left it on the kitchen table. She took the stairs and noted the living room was empty and breathed a sigh of relief perhaps Diarmid went with her dad to the pub. Her relief turned to despair when she entered the kitchen and found him sitting at the kitchen table,
