‘Look now,’ insisted Claire.
Tara went to her laptop and logged onto her bank account. It had arrived that morning. She closed her eyes in relief. Thank God.
‘Yes, it went in today,’ she confirmed to Claire who was waiting with bated breath.
‘Right. So he’s pissed off and wants revenge. He’s using Calum as a pawn,’ she replied with disdain.
Fury mounted inside Tara. Well, if it’s a fight Richard wanted, he’d bloody well get one. They were interrupted by Calum coming out of his bedroom. Tara quickly ended the call.
‘Anything to eat, Mum?’ he asked nonchalantly, oblivious to what was going on.
‘I’ll make us something.’ She cleared her throat and tried to sound casual. ‘Err… How did Dad get into the car park?’
‘He didn’t. We parked outside and walked in. I did remember to text, but my mobile was dead. Forgot to charge it. Sorry.’
Tara took a deep breath. It wasn’t Calum’s fault his dad was crafty by avoiding the Augusta House car park and gaining entry.
She gave her son a false smile. ‘Maybe make sure it’s charged in future, yeah? It’s important, Calum.’
‘OK. What’s for tea?’
Well, at least it looked like Richard hadn’t said anything to their son yet, she thought. But how long would it be before he disrupted their lives again?
