Tom's P.O.V
The first crescent of the sun is upon the horizon as I storm back to Holby,I brought the dog, I couldn't leave her,she seemed to content by my company and if I'm completely honest I enjoy her sitting beside me. Graces's phone cut out a while ago so I just listen to the turn of my tires and Rosie's soft snores and the whirl of other people speeding along the motor way. Having eight hours or so to my thoughts has cleared the debris in my head immensely,I know exactly what I'm going to say to my parents,I even know which song Grace would want at her funeral,it sounds morbid but it was one of those brilliant series of thoughts,everything seems clear now,apart from my parents mysterious deception. I finally roll into the ED, I crank the window down for the dog before I go into the ED, Sam is asleep in the staff room, I put the kettle on and make her a cup of tea and wake her gently "Go home" I whisper handing her the mug and kissing her,she smiles sleepily, she has pillow creases in her cheeks,again another reminder of Grace,fresh tears sting my eyes at the sight of Sam's pillow creased cheeks so I evacuate hastily,my parents are still in the relatives room,still filling out the endless amounts of paperwork. I burst through the doors,but they just stare at me "why couldn't you just tell me" I sigh, my voice contained with more vulnerability than I'd like to admit "just tell me the truth I continue, with more force. My mother looks to my father,gulps then begins to explain Grace's difficult transition from family to family.
Mrs Kent's P.O.V
How do you explain this to your last remaining child? I feel Tom's eyes boring into me,there's only so much fabrication I can do, I look to my husband and gulp. "I, ,we couldn't tell you because we felt so guilty,taking you from your birth mother was hard enough for her but what we did with Grace was so much worse" I say tears already rolling down my face. "What!" Tom persists impatiently "we supported your mother all the way through her pregnancy,we even gave her money for taxis to and from the hospital because she said the people on the buses kept giving her dirty looks" I start but Tom cuts me off "get to the point" he growls his eyes dark with anger. "Your dad dealt drugs,it's another reason your mum didn't want to keep Grace but she had a change of heart after she was born,she was so perfect,healthy,beautiful,her head even topped with a handful of golden curls. In short your mum backed out of the adoption, we'd signed the forms, we'd waited so long, you were so excited,we'd told everyone about the baby, how could we go home with no baby?" I explain Tom's eyes locked onto mine "In the hospital we helped her through her labour, we cut the cord,that made her ours, she was ours, but your mum changed her mind last minute,panicked by giving another baby were holding Grace when we were told,we agreed but we asked if we could have a minute before we had to give her back,we'd helped your mother through so much you don't understand what we had to do to get your little sister Tom, but the thing is we didn't give her back,we just ran, your mum couldn't contact the police because she and your father were active drug abusers and dealers,it could be the reason Grace had asthma,your mother couldn't look after her like we could, we did what we had to,so Grace could be happy. We stole Grace so she could have a better life than her mother." I gabble breathlessly,looking up to Tom's astounded expression.