Chapter 37:
Carla
"What are you doing up?" I jump slightly at Nick's voice, turning my head to see him at the bottom of the stairs.
"I couldn't sleep." I reply, nursing a cup of tea between my hands and he sits down next to me, placing a hand on my knee. "You go back to bed."
"No." He smiles slightly, amused at the fact I even asked him to. "What have you been doing?"
"Staring at that wall." I respond, honestly and he laughs slightly at my answer. "Thinking."
"About the scan later?" He guesses and I meet his gaze. "It'll be fine."
"Will it though?" I look for reassurance and he puts his arm around me as I rest my head on his shoulder.
"You need to keep positive." He grazes his thumb over my knee, and my eyes fixate on his tired expression, kissing his cheek before he turns his head, meeting my kiss.
Nick
"Carla?" I call before even closing the door, annoyed that she wasn't on the sofa where I had left her. Today of all days she needed to be resting. "Carla where are you?" I call as I head up the stairs, pushing the door open to the bedroom and worrying when I saw she wasn't in there either. I dash back down the stairs, grabbing my phone from the side and pressing her contact on speed dial. My head turns to where her phone starts to vibrate on the coffee table and I swallow, trying to prevent fear setting in as I run back up the stairs, checking the bathroom and spare bedrooms. Empty.
I head in to the downstairs bathroom, scanning it quickly before making my way to the kitchen, my eyes jumping straight to the window and a wave of relief pounds through me. "Oh thank God..." I immediately open the back door, quietly making my way over to where she was knelt by Lauren's pot. She jumps slightly when I sit down next to her, taking my coat off and draping it over her shoulders. "It's freezing out here, you need to be careful."
"I haven't been long." She says quietly, she had been crying, I could tell. We had put the pot outside yesterday, after much debating, but knew it was for the best. "You're back early."
"I wanted to check you were ok." I reply, moving behind her and wrapping my arms around her frame, kissing the top of her head gently. "I got worried when I got home and couldn't find you."
"Sorry..." She trails off, apologetically and I kiss her hair again, breathing in its scent.
"You should have called me if you were upset." I whisper and she rests her head in my chest, reaching out a finger to softly graze the marble pot and over the words engraved in to the plaque at the front. "I'd have come home."
"I was alright." She reassures me. "Just a bit emotional, when am I not?"
"What have you been doing?" I stroke my hand up her arm comfortingly.
"Talking to her." She swallows, hesitantly. "Does that make me mad?"
"No." I reply, almost instantly.
"Just pointless stuff really." She murmurs. "She's probably really bored of it."
"I love you." I kiss the side of her head, linking my hand with hers. "All three of you."
Carla
My stomach was in knots as we sit in the waiting room. I had never felt this sick all through my pregnancy, I didn't know whether it was nerves, the baby or a mix of both.
"Nick, I need to be sick." I say, quietly, aware that there were other people in the room and he looks at me worriedly. "I'm going to be sick."
"Ok, toilet." He points to it and I hesitate, staring back at him. "Carla? It's there."
"...I don't want you to leave me." I sound so weak as I say it but his face softens, standing up and leading me towards the disabled toilet. He locks it and I immediately throw up in to the basin, his hands pulling my hair back as they always did. I grab his hand and he squeezes it gently, flushing the toilet as I sit back against the wall. I hated to think of how unhygienic this floor was, but right now it was the least of my concerns.
"Here." He holds out a packet of chewing gum and I take one, shoving it in to my mouth. He crouches down opposite me, brushing the hair out of my face. "Hey, don't be scared."
"I am scared." I insist. "I'm terrified, aren't you?"
"Yeah." He admits. "But you know, we're going to walk out of there smiling and then we'll just regret stressing ourselves out so much."
"We'd better go back out." I sigh, standing up and spitting my chewing gum into the bin. He unlocks the door and a sea of faces then to stare at us. It was like when I was forced to sing with Michelle at the school assembly.
"Mr and Mrs Tilsley?" A woman beckons us and I turn to where she is stood looking at us, clipboard in hand.
"Yeah..." I mutter, awkwardly, heading towards her and in to the room that always made me feel dizzy. I felt dizzy. I was going to faint. I grab Nick's shirt trying to hold myself upright and he places his hands on my arms, holding me up.
"Hey, are you alright?" He whispers and I shake my head, closing the door behind him. He gently turns me to face him, still holding my arm. "Ok, try to calm down."
"I can't." I try to steady my breathing as the midwife tries not to stare at us.
"I've just got to grab something." She tells us, heading next door and I pull a face as she leaves.
"Right, listen." Nick's voice calms me slightly, as he lifts me up effortlessly, sitting me on the edge of the medical bed and tilting my head so my gaze meets his. "Do you trust me?" I nod, without hesitation. "Then just breathe, it's going to be alright."
"I feel dizzy." I mumble and he gently places a hand on my forehead.
"You feel ok." He reassures me. "It's just nerves, you don't need to be scared."
"Ok, sorry about that." The door opens again and the midwife enters, smiling at the pair of us. "So how has everything been going?"
"Well getting her to rest has been a struggle." Nick nudges me and it soothes my fear slightly. "But we've had nothing worrying, have we?"
"No bleeding?" She checks, scribbling on her clipboard and I shake my head. "Has the baby been moving much?"
"Everyday I think." I manage to reply.
"You're going to have a right little energetic one on your hands." She laughs and I immediately feel a bit more reassured. That must be a good sign if she was talking long term. "Ok, lie back then I'll just do a short examination."
"Is Michelle working today?" I stupidly ask Nick as I lie back, trying to distract my mind from what was going on.
"I think so." Nick replies, taking my hand in his. "Robert's off again though."
"Really? Has he gone awhile again?" My eyes widen, now worrying for Michelle which probably wouldn't help matters. "Is Chelle Ok?"
"She's a bit distracted lately, I don't know why." He responds and I try to force away the wrench of guilt. "I wished I could tell him what Michelle had told me, Robert was his business partner after all. But I had given my word to her and I wasn't breaking her trust.
"Ok looks like everything's good here." She informs us and I turn my head to her as she sits down at the computer. "Am I alright to proceed with an ultrasound?"
"Yeah." I nod, turning my head to look at Nick again as he grazes a finger over my cheekbone.
"See, it's all looking positive?" He encourages me and I smile at him lovingly. I feel the coolness of the gel on my stomach gripping Nick's hand tighter and closing my eyes momentarily until I hear the heartbeat. This was the seventh ultrasound I'd had to endure and I still had no baby.
"Ah." She sounds cheery and I turn my head to look at her expectantly. "Well it appears that the placenta is officially back in the safe zone."
"That's good?" I check, a hand flying over my mouth.
"This is good news, yes." She nods and I exhale, releasing all the tension that had been building up. "We cant rule out the risk of it happening again, but everything is looking very healthy, that relaxation must have done you good."
"So how do I stop it from happening again?" I stress, feeling Nick place a kiss into my hair.
"Just take it easy, no stress at all, try not to argue." She tells us, and I scoff slightly. "But returning to work, your usual day to day regime is fine as long as you take extra care. No climbing, no strenuous exercise, avoid doing household chores if you can do. I'd avoid driving where possible as well."
"And sex?" I blurt out and Nick laughs, as the midwife glances between us, an amused expression on her face.
"I can see it's going to be difficult to tell you no on that score." She replies and I feel quite offended momentarily. "But try and be as gentle as you can, and not too often."
"Yay." I cheer quietly, feeling Nick's fingers gliding through my hair. "So everything's alright?"
"Here." She tilts the monitor to face us and I stare back at my little boy, rippling on the screen. "I think he looks happy."
"He is." Nick whispers, and I look up at him, meeting his kiss as he lowers his head.
Nick
"I've got to get back to the Bistro, do you want to come?" I offer, as I chuck the folder and leaflets down on the coffee table, heading back towards the door. "Enjoy your last day of relaxation before it's back to work?"
"Alright you've swayed me." She smiles, heading in to the downstairs bathroom. "Let me just brush my teeth."
"Oh yeah." I remember, leaning up against the door frame as she does so. "See, what did I tell you?"
"Yes, you were right, I admit it." She mumbles, through a mouthful of toothpaste.
"Wow, can I get that in writing?" I tease her and she glares at me, spitting into the sink and looking at her reflection in the mirror for a moment. "You look beautiful, come on let's go."
"I don't." She scrunches her nose up slightly, following me as I close the front door behind us. "I've never looked so disgusting in my life."
"What was that about me being right?" I prompt her as she links her arms through mine, leaning off me as we walk towards the Bistro. "You're quiet."
"Just taking it all in." She replies, resting her head on my shoulder. "My body actually worked in my favour."
"Yes well now, maybe you can try and smile for me?" I poke her gently, opening the door to the Bistro as she lets go of me.
"Hey." Michelle immediately looks up, approaching us worriedly. "Everything ok?"
"Yeah everything's fine." Carla tells her and Michelle practically runs at her wrapping her in a hug.
"Oh thank God." She whispers. "I've been worried sick."
"Any news on your fiancé?" I check as she breaks away from Carla, knowing that Robert had yet again gone off on one last night.
"Yep." She nods, and I can already tell the reply wouldn't be a reasonable one. "He spent the night in the casino like last week, got absolutely wasted and lost a grand."
"Well it better not be a grand of our money." I say without thinking and Carla glares at me.
"Nick!" She snaps, holding Michelle's hands.
"Sorry I didn't mean it like that." I apologise, despite the fact Michelle didn't look the slightest bit bothered.
"So have you seen him?" Carla questions, gently.
"Yeah he's back at the flat." She points in the direction of the door. "Sleeping it off."
"Well I..." Carla trails off, glancing at me. "Sweetheart could you give us a minute?"
"Uh, yeah." I nod, heading behind the bar. "Michelle you can take your break."
"Thanks." She smiles, going over to the booth in the corner, as Carla heads behind the bar, helping herself to a bottle of wine and a glass. "Feel free."
"I feel smug." She kisses me, pouring out a glass of wine for Michelle. "Makes me realise how lucky I really am."
"Well it can't be that bad; he's gone off on a bender." I point out and she dips her head, getting a bottle of orange juice out of the fridge.
"Yeah well." She just mutters, kissing me again before taking the drinks over to the table.
Carla
"So, Mrs." I put the glass of wine down in front of her. "What did Robert have to say for himself this time?"
"Oh I thought he'd make a load of excuses, nope. Just came out with it, blunt as anything. Idiot." She mutters, taking a long sip of her wine. "How self indulgent, running off to a casino, not even bothering to contact me."
"Yeah... I hate those kinds of people." I drone and she looks up at me, squeezing her eyes shut apologetically.
"Oh sorry." She sighs.
"Tell it like it is." I shrug, smiling at her. "I wouldn't argue with you there."
"Carla he's slipping so far down the hill." She swallows, looking at me for guidance. "He just came in, blurted it out when I asked, took a can of cheap lager from the fridge and said he was going to bed."
"And has he tried to sort anything out? Talk to the doctor?" I ask and she shakes her head. "This is men for you. Then again, I'm the same. But when I found that lump in my breast Paul was the one telling me it would be fine. I was straight down the doctors."
"Carla... He's got cancer." She whispers, seeing the fear in her eyes. "He knows he has, and he's not doing anything about it. Every day that goes by, that's what the difference could be between life and... I'm going out of my mind. I don't know what to do."
I try to muster up some kind of advice, but my attempts were poor and I was reaching the conclusion that there was very little I could say to her to help matters.
"He's got to make this decision on his own." Is what I come out with. "He's got to be brave enough to do it."
"But he won't do it." She drains her glass and I pull it away from her as she goes to pour another one. "I can't help, I can't do anything."
"Well getting drunk won't help either." I point out, gently.
"Oh yeah because you can lecture me on drinking pain away." She suddenly snaps and I'm taken aback. "That's what you do best."
"Michelle, I'm just trying to help." I reply as she gets up, abruptly, causing the table to dig in to me before she storms out. I push it away, putting a hand on my tummy as Nick approaches the table, clearly having watched everything that had gone on.
"Hey, are you ok?" He pushes the table further away, putting a hand over mine.
"Fine." I respond and he looks at me concerned.
"Did she just push the table in to you?" He asks, annoyance in his voice.
"Oh Nick it was an accident." I sigh, putting my head in my hands.
"What's going on?" He questions and I refuse to look at him. "Carla, you two hardly ever argue, something's got to have happened."
"She's just worried about Robert." I mumble, before forcing my gaze to meet his. "She's spent too much time with me, she knows how to lash out. That's all."
"Yeah well I need to talk to the pair of them." He says, staring at the doorway. "If Robert thinks he can just go out and get drunk instead of working his shift here, he can think on."
"I really don't think that's a good idea." I try to reason with him.
"Why?" He replies. "He hasn't even got a reason for it. I mean, he's hardly dying is he, a few petty rows and he's spending a grand down the casino?"
"Ok." I try to calm him, stopping myself from blurting everything out. "Look, darling. Just let them try to sort things out, alright? They're just going through a rocky patch."
"Yeah and it'll be even rockier when I sack him." Nick mumbles and I stare at him exasperatedly. "Oh I won't, don't worry."
"Why don't you have a glass of wine?" I push Michelle's glass towards him, knowing he needed it after today. "Let off some steam."
"I can't, I'm working." He points to where Daniel is stood alone behind the bar. "Especially now Michelle's clearly bailed as well. Maybe you could waitress for me again?"
"Oh no, that was a one time thing." I smile at him. "In your dreams is that ever happening again... Besides I thought I was supposed to be resting?"
"At least come and keep me company?" He points to the bar and I get up, following him over to it and propping myself up on the bar stool. "Are you sure there's nothing I need to know?"
"Huh?" I look up, chewing on my straw harshly, trying to imagine he never even asked the question.
"About Michelle? And Robert?" He prompts me and I avoid his gaze. "...Should I be worried about anything else?" I pause, staring at the wine rack for a reason other than what it usually would be. "Carla?"
"Sorry, I've got a bit of a headache." I lie, raising my hand to my head and he stares at me for a moment, feeling my cheek.
"You are a bit warm." He observes, smiling slightly when his fingers brush against mine. He pulls a box of paracetamol from his pocket and places it down on the counter.
"I need to be careful how many I take of these." I check the back of the packet before pushing it back towards him. "I'll be alright, honestly... Actually maybe I should pop in to the factory?"
"What? Now?" He checks the clock, before frowning at me. "It's four o'clock there's not much point is there?"
"Yeah well easing in slowly?" I suggest, desperate to fixate my mind on something. "I'll be an hour, tops."
"Can't tear you away from that place." He replies and I kiss him quickly before getting up. "Take care please."
"Oh don't I always?" I flash him a smile before turning around and heading towards the door. I reach Underworld within a matter of seconds, pushing the door open and hearing the usual noise of rabble that I had weirdly missed so much.
"Mrs Tilsley!" Sinead yelps excitedly and everybody turns to look at me.
"Hiya Mrs T!" Sean greets me. "What are you doing here?"
"Well it is my factory Sean." I point out. "Last time I checked. Let's see what you've got going on." I head over to his basket and pull out a pair of knickers, admiring them. "Oh very nice, is this the new range?"
"Matthew Singh loved them, placed a huge order." Beth tells me as I put them back.
"Ooh lovely, well I'm sure Johnny can tell me all about it." I cut her off, heading in to the office as Johnny, Aidan and Bethany look up at me.
"Carla? What are you doing back?" Johnny stares at me in shock.
"You know I had the scan today." I remind him. "And everything's fine, so that's me back here, ordering you all around as usual."
"That's brilliant news." Aidan gets up to hug me. "The scan part I mean, not the ordering us around."
"How have you been getting on Bethany?" I ask her.
"Oh she's a gem." Johnny informs me. "A mouthy one at that, but brilliant at everything you've left her."
"Piece of cake." She holds up a page of figures and I nod, impressed.
"Any news on when Sally is back?" I question.
"Nope." Johnny shakes his head.
"Yes well when she does, she'll be back to supervisor I think." I glance at Bethany. "No room for anybody else in this office and especially not Sally Webster."
"You're gonna have to tell her then." Aidan responds, handing me a pile of post. "Stuff that's for you."
"How kind." I flash him a smile, ripping open one envelope which was a magazine on the new fabric range from one of the suppliers. I drop it down on Bethany's desk, flicking through the rest, as one letter catches my eye. "What's this?"
"Oh... I don't know." Aidan looks at me, immediately knowing what I was referring to. I glance down at the envelope, seeing the unfortunately convenient logo on the front for Weatherfield prison, turning it over between my hands as I debate opening it.
"Must be Rob." Johnny pipes up, as if the thought hadn't crossed my mind. Of course it was Rob, who else would it be?
"He's used my old surname, clearly has no clue about my life... What does he want now?" I sigh, reluctantly opening the envelope. "Got any secrets we want to share before I read this?"
"No." Johnny mumbles, clearly not amused at my nervous joke, as I pull the letter out of the envelope.
Visiting Order:
Name: Anne Foster
Has permission to receive visits from those named here; Carla Connor.
The visit is to last only 30 minutes.
I don't bother reading the rest of the small print. I just stare down at the name on the top. Before throwing it down on the desk and leaving the office, heading straight for the toilets.
Nick
"Hello." I push the door open to the Underworld office and everybody stares at me. "Where's Carla? She told me she was coming here."
"I think she's in the toilet." Johnny mutters, holding a piece of paper tightly in his hand.
"Oh ok well she left her bag in the Bistro." I put it down on her chair. "Thought she might need it."
"You don't know who Anne Foster is, do you?" Aidan suddenly asks and I freeze at the name, noticing Bethany looking at me expectantly.
"Aidan!" Johnny nudges him. "I told you not to say anything."
"Vaguely, yes, why?" I demand, my eyes falling to the piece of paper in Johnny's hand. "What's that?"
"It's a visiting order." He reluctantly tells me and I practically snatch it from him, scanning it. "From whoever she is. I've never heard of her in my life-"
"Has Carla seen this?" I cut him off and he nods, now looking worried. "And she's in the toilet? Right." I go to leave the office in search of her, but Johnny calls me back.
"Nick should I be worried?" He asks me and I turn hesitantly, remembering he knew absolutely nothing about the gap in Carla's life from when she left to when he returned.
"It's not my place." I respond, putting the visiting order in my jacket pocket.
"Please, she's my daughter." He begs me. "If there's anything I need to know."
"Then you need to hear it from Carla." I finalise, about to head out of the office before the door swings open and my eyes meet Carla's. They were sore and terrified, but she tries to put a brave face on it.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" She forces a smile and I glance behind me.
"Are you alright?" I ask, gently and she nods confidently in response. "Can we talk?"
"Nothing to talk about." She heads past me, sitting down in her chair and drumming her nails on the desk to act as if she was doing something, before giving in. "I take it you've seen it then."
"It doesn't make any sense." I narrow my eyes, scanning over it again as if it was going to reveal some sort of explanation. "I don't even know where the start."
"Yes well I do." She snatches it from me, ripping it in to four pieces and shoving it in the bin. "Sorted."
"Will somebody tell me what is going on?" Johnny persists and Carla glances at me, now not bothering to conceal the worry in her expression. "Carla?"
"Bethany could you get us some drinks please?" She orders and Bethany looks reluctant to get up, clearly enjoying the drama. She obediently leaves though, taking the hint and letting the door shut behind her.
"Well?" Johnny persists and I glare at him. I understood he was worried, but he had no clue how unnecessary this was right now.
"Let's guess." Aidan grins, irritatingly. "You had a scrap and she ended up in the slammer."
"Yeah I wish." Carla mutters and I put a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey." I spin her chair around, crouching down so my eyes were level with hers. "Do you want to go home?"
"Yes." She responds. "But if I do they'll only hear it from Sean and that's not fair."
"Hear what?" Aidan interrogates her. "Carla?"
"Look, Anne Foster is the mother of my ex fiancé... Frank." She swallows and I stand up, sitting down in Bethany's chair and she hesitates before getting up, sitting down in my lap for reassurance. I put my arm around her shoulders, another one taking her hand and she looks at me momentarily before moving her gaze back to Johnny and Aidan.
"So why is she in prison?" Johnny pesters and Carla sighs, trying to muster a response.
"Because she killed... Him." She forces the words out, and I squeeze her hand comfortingly. "And they attempted to frame me for the murder, same with Peter."
"Peter Barlow?" Aidan checks, tutting at the name.
"Yeah." Carla quietly responds. "But eventually I found out it was Anne and so managed to convince her to go to the police."
"Why would she kill her own son?" Johnny frowns, clearly confused about the whole scenario. "Did they not get on?"
"Oh no, they got on alright. They got on like a house on fire, she was always fighting his battles." Carla recites, hesitating nervously. "Even after it all kicked off, when she knew deep down, she still stuck by him."
"Knew what?" Aidan continues, getting annoyed. "Carla will you just spit it out?"
"Give her time!" I snap at him and he immediately shuts up, as Carla places her hand on my knee to calm me down.
"He..." She hesitates and I can feel her breathing start to increase. This was the last thing she needed right now, it couldn't have happened at a worse time. Just when we had the chance to be happy again and yet another bombshell gets dropped on her. "I tried to break the marriage off, the night before the wedding and he didn't take it very well, at all." I feel rigid, the thought made me feel physically sick of somebody hurting her like that. She takes a deep breath before managing to defiantly release the words on her tongue. "He raped me."
"He what?" Johnny suddenly demands in response and Carla shifts uncomfortably.
"I had the courage to take it to court but he got off with it and basically continued to taunt me." She continues. "And then one night I came to the factory to talk to him, unbeknown to the fact his mother was listening in. He threatened to do it again, after basically conning the factory off me, saying he had already screwed me twice... Anyway I left in a state and found out the next day that he had been murdered." She finishes, glancing at their expressions before abruptly getting up and leaving.
Carla
I try to stop myself from shaking as I evacuate the office, but the expressions on both Izzy, Fiz and Sean's faces said it all. Bethany had clearly asked them about the topic at hand, and all the pitying looks were almost making me more sick than the idea of seeing Anne Foster again. I storm out of the factory, leaning up against the cold bricks outside and staring off down the street. This street. I hated this street.
It's not long before the door opens and Nick takes my hand without saying anything, leading me towards home. I am grateful for the warmth when we arrive and I sit down on the sofa, staring in to space. I had to let this go, I was letting it get to me more than I needed to and that was something I didn't need right now.
Somehow, Nick knows exactly what to do. He doesn't pester me with questions, or try to work out how I'm feeling. He doesn't even say anything. Instead he just sits there holding me. I can't even cry, I just sit there, feeling his arms around me and gently swaying as the minutes tick by.
"I'm not going so, we don't really need to discuss it." I finally break away from him.
"If that's what you want." He replies, even though I knew he was aching to make it better.
"What's for tea?" I click the television on, staring at it blankly.
"Chicken pasta." He tells me, his gaze fixed on me.
"Sounds nice." I respond and we sit in silence for a while. "Can you make it soon because I'm hungry."
It was a lie, I felt sick. He felt sick. Neither of us were the slightest bit hungry and we both knew it. But he nods all the same, getting up and going into the kitchen. He knew exactly what to do. He knew to react like this because he knew if he did, I would be the one to cave.
And I do, because as soon as he is gone I feel lonely and scared and vulnerable and I didn't want to be alone even if it was just the room next door.
"...Why can't all men be like you?" I suddenly ask, leaning against the doorframe in the kitchen and he jumps slightly, turning to look at me. He doesn't know how to answer the question, but just watching him was reassurance enough. "I love you."
"I love you." He replies, leaning against the kitchen surface. "You do realise that nobody is ever going to hurt you again?"
"...Thank you." I stupidly say, closing my eyes momentarily at the response and keeping them closed to release what I had to say next. "I bet Johnny and Aidan think I'm a right tart."
"...Sorry?" Nick replies, in disbelief. "Carla of course they don't."
"I bet Johnny's sat there now going over and over it in his head." I mumble, staring at the floor. "Makes me feel disgusting, the whole thing. This is why I blank it out, try to pretend it never happened."
"He's disgusting." Nick corrects me, still keeping his distance in case I started throwing things or kicking up a fuss. But I had no intentions to. I felt surprisingly calm over the whole thing. "Not you. Never you."
"Do you think I should go and see her?" I finally ask, because the question had been playing on my mind and I needed to hear an answer from somebody else.
"Carla, I can't answer that." He sighs, finally coming over to me and wrapping his arms around my waist. "That's your call."
"But I need you to tell me what to do." I beg him.
"Well I can't." He almost laughs slightly and I'm amazed it makes me smile. How does he make me smile over something like this? "Listen, he's gone and he's never coming back. So whatever she has got to say to you, it's not going to leave you in any kind of danger. I wouldn't let that happen. You're safe. Ok?"
"Why now?" I sigh, as he brushes the hair out of my face. "As soon as we overcome one problem, another one arises."
"I know, somebody doesn't like working in our favour, do they?" He smiles, kissing my forehead before pulling me in. "Whatever happens we've got each other, so it's not going to break us now. Not ever."
Surprise, you'll understand a bit more how and why this storyline is being built in next chapter, as I wanted to work on the relationship between Carla and Bethany, as I have had some lovely reviews about that so far. Thank you for reading as always x