Wrapping my hair up and into a messy bun I grabbed my glasses from the side of my bed. Tommy Lewis was not my life anymore and god help him if I ever see him again.

Heading downstairs my stomach growled at the smell of dinner. It had felt like ages since we had dinner together. Smiling at George I took a seat at the table. I couldn't wait to dig in. The steak looked delicious.

"Did Lana leave already?". I asked.

"Where's she going and I take it Jake couldn't make it?". My gran asked ...