Destruction is very satisfying, he heard, but it was like a voice on the breeze, almost not there at all.
And then he heard his grandma’s car pull into the driveway. There was nowhere to run.
No time to even get out of the back door and go off on his own somehow, somewhere she’d never find him.
But, he thought, not even his father would take him now when he found out what he had done.
They’d never allow a boy who could do all this to go and live in a house with a baby–
“Oh, my God,” Conor said again, his heart beating nearly out of his chest.
His grandma put her key in the lock and opened the front door.
In the split second after she came around the corner to the sitting room, still fiddling with her handbag,
before she registered where Conor was or what had happened, he saw her face, how tired it was, no news on it, good or bad,
just the same old night at the hospital with Conor’s mum, the same old night that was wearing them both so thin.
Then she looked up. “What the–?” she said, stopping herself by reflex from saying “hell” in front of Conor.
She froze, still holding her handbag in mid-air. Only her eyes moved,
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