“I want to go now,” I tell Liam.
“Did I upset you?”
“No, I’m worried about Ella.” I pull my handbag from under the table.
“Ella’s fine. She has Mum wrapped around her little finger. She was asleep anyway.”
“I want to go, Liam.” I repeat.
“Fine. I’ll go with you.” Liam grabs his jacket. “Lou, I’m taking Cerys home.”
Louise glances between us and gives me a look that refers back to our conversation in the kitchen. I frown and mouth ‘no’, she raises an ‘oh, really?’ eyebrow, so I look away.