Chapter 11

• Ayla POV
• My stomach growled as if on cue. I hadn’t eaten since I had walked in on Marcus with that woman, the thought of food had made my stomach roll, but now my mouth fills with saliva at the thought. The whole flat smells delicious, like I've just walked into a Michelin-star restaurant. I follow my nose out of my room and into the dining area of the flat. Mum has gone all out and made a roast dinner tonight, a large beef joint sits proud and centre on the table with a plate of large Yorkshire puddings beside it. My mouth begins to drool as I sit down excited to get stuck into the food. My mum is an amazing cook and I never realised how much I missed her cooking until now. My eyes run over the delicious food, my dad grabs the roast potatoes and scoops some onto his plate, passing me the bowl so I can fill mine. The door rattles as three loud knocks echo through the open plan room.
• “Just a minute. Dig in don’t wait for me.”