Mrs Kent's P.O.V
Mum? What do you know of Grace's biological parents?" Tom asks his question interrupting my train if thought. In a split second decision I had to choose whether to lie or tell Tom the truth, we haven't exactly been lying to our children but we haven't exactly been truthful, I remember the guilt of taking Tom away from his mother, I need to tell the truth. "Not much, we have all her documents at the house" I lie horrified at the what has escaped from my lips without so much as a thought,I feel my husbands stony glare from across the side of our deceased daughter. "What about my biological parents?" Tom pushes "Tom do we have to do this now?" I sigh,my mind frantic to change the subject "Yes,we do" he persists "it's in all of the filing cabinets at the house,please Tom just drop it " I beg but it only seems to spur him on "Right well I'm going to the house" he states, I stare shocked. "Tom we live four hours away ,this isn't the time ,stop it" I cry, the cracks in our lives becoming more apparent with every attempt to persuade him. "What are you hiding from me!" Tom shouts as I scrunch myself up in defence "You know what it doesn't matter,I'll find out myself" he shouts at his speechless father and I before storming out leaving us in piercing silence with just each other and Grace.
Tom's P.O.V
I'm furious, I can barely breathe, I storm past Sam ,who lingers in triage,she follows me in tow to the staff room, my pent up anger explodes in the form of a a punch into my locker, I lean against it breathlessly. "Tom" Sam says,her voice mixed with confusion and sadness "They're hiding something, I can tell,I need to know what their secret is" I blurt out,unable to face Sam "Are you sure?" Sam asks uncertain "of course I am Sam,they basically just said" I sigh,feeling more irritated with every stupid question "maybe you should talk to them?" She suggests "please Sam" I sigh "ok" she mumbles, the silence lingers for a second. "Is there anything I can do?" She asks as I turn to face her,putting my hands in my pockets, unsure of what is in there, Grace's silky locks,I took from recuss earlier "Yes" I reply pulling one strand away from the bunch "Get a DNA test from this" I say handing it to her open palm "Be careful, get this as well" I say, running to the counter and picking up the kitchen scissors, selecting a curl from the top of my head and slicing it off,I hand it to her she looks shocked ,but she knows not to argue with me, the way I am,with a temper like mine.
I leave Sam in the staff room clutching our hair as I stomp out through the entrance, Jeff stops me "mate, I found Graces's phone in the ambulance" he smiles sympathetically , I hate that but I take it from him "thanks" I say monotonously,her phone screen is a spiderweb of cracks but it seems to work fine, I climb into my battered old car, her phone continuously flashes,bombarded with texts of her whereabouts from her mates, I can't bear to answer, I simply plug her phone in to the MP3 slot,it's playing Mumford and sons as I speed away to our childhood home, I'll finally see what they're hiding.