She knows exactly what he's doing, and she's almost glad he's doing it. Get out of there, because it's awkward, and his mind was probably running wild with what exactly he'd done to her and the boys, which she wished he would just leave alone. But if he suspected it at all, it had likely happened.

"Right," she said, pulling her hand back and into her lap. "Good idea. Sleep in your own bed. D'you want a few quid for a pair of flip-flops or something? I don't want you walking barefoot. At least take a cab." She was going into her purse already, starting to pull out money before she immediately regretted it. She hadn't cashed anything yet. God damn it.

"Here's 20 pounds, take that, yeah?" She was pushing it into his hand.