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Callum steps forwards, ignoring her pointed finger in his face, as he forces her to sit back down before he towers over her. I can’t even find it in myself to move because I’m frozen with shock.

How do they know each other? What are they talking about?

Callum, as calm as ever, speaks to my mother in a tone so cold it sends a shiver down my spine.

“I did that without you there because you weren’t there. You made that decision to walk out, and even though I’ve shown you grace for the past fifteen years, you won’t be seeing any of that anymore. Anything left between us is finished right here, right now, Serena. I mean it.”

My brain is buzzing from everything I’ve just heard.

She walked out…he’s shown her grace…anything left between them is finished…

What the actual fuck?

Stepping into the kitchen, I make my presence known, and once Mum spots me, her eyes widen.

“Benji, baby, what are you doing home so soon?”

Callum turns ever so slowly as my heart catches in my throat. As his blue eyes lock with mine, I find it incredibly hard to breathe, but I force myself to look away from him and over at my mother.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

I croak out as I point between the two of them.

Neither one of them offers an answer to my question, and as my heart feels like it’s going to leap out of my chest, Callum asks his own.

“Is this your son?”

Mum drops her eyes to the ground. She answers him without even looking his way.

“Yes, he is my son.”

I turn to look back at Callum but I can’t read the expression on his face. And since we’re all so busy staring at each other or the floor, we don’t hear the front door opening and closing again.

“Why are you home so early?”

I hear my sister ask as she steps into the kitchen with the rest of us.

I don’t know why, but I have a feeling that her being here has made things ten times worse for everyone. So, as I turn to look at Mum, I notice all the colour draining out of her face as she stares at Delilah with wide eyes. Callum’s fingers are curled into fists on either side of his body as he glares at Mum.

“Serena,” Callum growls out as he steps closer to Mum. “What the fuck am I seeing right now?”

Mum curls her bottom lip between her teeth as she stares at Delilah.

I have no idea what’s going on, but I know her well enough to know when she’s going to attack, and I know that she’s about to right now.

Just before she can leap forwards and do something stupid, we move.

“Back the fuck up!”

I scream out as I take a hold of Delilah, shoving her behind my back just as Callum grips Mum’s arm as he pulls her backwards away from us. Delilah slips her hand into mine and I feel her shake all over.

I look over at Callum, but with uncertainty slowly filling my veins, I realise something.

His eyes aren’t on mine.

For the first time in seven days, Callum looks away from me first.

CHAPTER EIGHT

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