Where Do Broken Hearts Go? | Unexpected Series Book One

Chapter 1: Exploding knickers and groceries

Beth's POV

"Mum?"

Where is it? I think.

"Muuum?"

Everyone else has theirs, where the hell is mine?

"MUM!"

I turn and look at my daughter who has moved further around the luggage carousel and is pointing to a lone suitcase that had been taken off the revolving ride.

My suitcase.

Currently being examined by two airport security guards.

Shit.

I quickly move around the carousel and towards the two men.

"Is this yours?" one of them questions me.

"Yes, yes it is," I reply, wide-eyed as they both stare at me.

Like, really stare at me.

Down,

Stare down.

"You realise you should not leave your luggage unattended like this?" the other guard asks me, "it could be mistaken for a potential bomb threat."

I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing as I picture my suitcase exploding and my knickers going everywhere.

Yes that could very well blind some poor unsuspecting soul.

Blinded by exploding knickers.

"Well to be fair," I reply, "someone else actually took it off. I've been standing on the other side waiting for it to come around."

They both look at me like I'm an idiot.

"I can't see the other side from here..." I trail off.

They keep looking at me.

"Can I go now?" I ask.

They both nod at me before walking off.

I exhale to the point my lips make that weird flapping noise.

"Mum?"

I hear the whisper behind me, causing me to turn and look at my three young children.

Youngish, I guess.
Well Nick is 12, Jamie is 11 and Chloe is 9.

Not so young that I still need to wipe their asses after the toilet but not quite old enough that I would let them cook on the stove top unattended.

"Let's go my little cherubs," I say wearily.

They follow me out of the airport and towards the nearby waiting line of taxis.

We find an older looking man who has a bit of a twinkle in his eye. He actually gets out of the car and walks over to help us.

"Where are you headed to love?" he asks.

"Uh...a town called Holmes Chapel?" I reply, hoping he knows of it and how to get there.

"Village love, it's a village," he says smiling.

At this point you could call it a tube of toothpaste because I'm so tired that I just want to get there.

After our luggage is loaded in and the kids are all seatbelted in the back, we head off.

"So where you from love?" he asks in an attempt to draw me into conversation.

Maybe I should engage so I stay awake. He could drive us anywhere. I am a mother with three young children.

A prime target.