Owen kicked his feet up onto the seat opposite him. He knew it was against the rules but his trainers were clean, so it did not really matter. The businesswoman at the table across the aisle made a sound of disapproval in her throat.
He was on the new high-speed rail link out of London, heading towards his new boarding school, his new life.
Towards the end of the summer holiday, his parents had stopped arguing as much. At first, he thought it was a good sign. Clearly the fact that they shouted less meant that they were happier.
Owen was partly right. They were happier because they had finally found something to agree on. Their divorce would go through during his first term. That was a blessing for them and a curse for him. They had tried persuading Owen that it meant he would have twice as…
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