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them all up and send them to us at our new address.”
    “You can’t let him get away with this. Fight him.”
    She placed her hands on my shoulders and I could feel the strength and fight slipping away from her. “What’s the point? I have you three. If I have you, then I don’t need anything else.”
    I hugged her close. She didn’t deserve this. And neither did my brother and sister.
     
     

Chapter 7
     
    I tossed and turned in the bunk bed all night, unable to think clearly. I had less than two weeks to figure out what to do with my life.
    Dragging myself out of bed, I looked in the mirror. The dark circles under my eyes were evident. I tried covering them with concealer. Not happening today. I sighed.
    Lucy texted me, asking about the details about the date. Shit, David. I almost forgot. Almost. He was the only good thing happening right now. I should forget all this mess Dad was putting us through and just drown into his arms. He could save me from this.
    Mum was on her phone, making plans to move to Aberdeen with Aunt Josie. It was all happening so quickly. Two days ago I was surly at my mother for dragging me here , and now I didn’t even have a there to return to.
    My father had already hired someone to clean out the house and pack our things for us. He wasn’t wasting anytime, now that my mother had agreed to the terms.
    I tried calling him, to ask why he was doing this to us. I’d left several messages. He didn’t return any of them. I knew the avoidance game when I saw it.
    My fingers were trembling. I couldn’t breathe. It was too much of a decision to make right now. I needed air. I needed to get away from the craziness.
    I decided the lagoon would be quieter than the beach and headed in that direction.
    I sat on the same rock as two days ago, without realising it. I wasn’t expecting David to show up, after everything that had happened last night with Dad, he’d been pushed from my mind.
    “Alone again?” he asked.
    Startled, I smiled weakly. “Sorry, things are a bit crazy at the moment. I think I need some alone time, actually.”
    “Everything okay?” He sat down next to me. He was wearing a short sleeve shirt today. Buttoned up neatly. Just the top button undone. His hair was messy, deliberately so with wax or gel. I bit my lip thinking about running my hands through his hair, ripping open that shirt and letting the buttons pop onto the floor as I ran my hands over his chest.
    Where did that thought come from? I looked away shaking the picture from my head.
    “You can tell me. I’m a good listener.”
    His blue eyes stared at me with the same intensity that made my pulse quicken every time he did it. I wondered if he realised the effect that he was having on me.
    I nodded. Sometimes it is easier to tell a stranger how you are feeling rather than your own family, and that was the case here, as I poured out my heart about how hurt I was by my father, and how angry I was that my mother let him do this without fighting. How confused I was about where to go, what to do. It was a good hour before I stopped letting the words pour out of me. Just saying them made me feel lighter.
    “What are you going to do?” he asked.
    “I don’t know. I need some thinking time.”
    “Hard to think here, with the crowds.”
    “There’s nowhere else to go.”
    “Have you ever been sailing?”
    I looked at him in confusion. “What a weird question.”
    “No I mean, out there, on the ocean, it’s peaceful, quiet. It’s a good place to think. And I don’t know - answers seem to come easier when you are out there.”
    I knew what he meant. That’s why I liked floating on the surface of the water and letting it transport me away from my problems. Except when seaweed tangles in your foot, of course.
    He brushed the back of my hand with his fingers, sending goose bumps up my arm. “I’ve got a boat, I could take you out if you like?”
    “So you could have me all to yourself? All alone?”
    He