QUOTE : Miles is coming,” I blurted out. Her face dropped, and I leant forward slightly, ready to take off if necessary. “Miles is what?” Mum asked, sitting down. I cringed. “Coming here. Now.” She stayed perfectly calm, but she was probably planning on how she could kill me and dispose of my body. “Mum?” “Thank you,” she whispered. Thank you? What? “Huh?” She smiled and replied, “I need him here.” Admitting that was hard for her, I could tell. She didn’t trust men anymore, so it wasn’t easy for her to let one into our lives. “So, you admit it? You like Miles?” “Don’t get too carried away, young lady.” She grinned sheepishly, which told me everything. The doorbell rang, and Mum jumped. “Wow, he has good timing,” I muttered. Mum