Keeping a low profile
And you won’t forget there are frozen purées for her in the freezer?’ I glance down at my daughter gurgling in her high chair and am flooded with guilt.
‘Tash…’ Luke throws me a looks of affectionate exasperation. ‘Just go! Ivy and I will be fine.’
He kisses my forehead. ‘Go on. You’ll miss your train.’
‘Have I told you how great you are?’ I smile up at him.
‘Well, it never hurts to hear truth repeated.’ He mock preens and I swat his arm playfully.
Luke has booked me a seat, so I settle in against the train window, watching my home town slip away. I never left when the others did – I don’t know why, but I’m not sorry.
My stomach gives a little twist as I think about this reunion with my best friends from school. We haven’t been together for years now, but we’ve kept in
