SEVENTY ONE-- THE NIGHT WE LEFT SCOTLAND

"Ruby" his voice came as a whisper instead. He was waddling on the floor in a bid to reach her ankles as a support or as a gesture of apology. Whichever it was, I could see it annoyed her. Unapologetically and without casting him any glance, mom walked out of the room before he could get to her. I was standing in the corridor to my room, my school bag packed together before me. My room was almost empty, because everything I wasn't going to use was already rolled up into a corner by mom, and what I would need were packed in two big bags. She made sure I took all of my shoes and dresses because Cameron would dump them anyway. It was on a Friday evening, and that was about a week after the incident at Nora's parents' anniversary. I didn't know why mom waited till evening before asking us to pack, but I knew it was deliberate. Perhaps it was because of the neighbors, she certainly wouldn't want anyone asking questions. There were so many lies to give, for example, mom could say someth