Zoe's POV
Despite being around my favourite people, I couldn't stop worrying about Alfie-it was all my fault. None of this would've happened if I'd not asked him to come over. And why was he needed at the police station anyway? I didn't want him waking up to trouble.
Before driving to his house my dad dropped Joe off at his flat and picked up my stuff from mine. It was still snowing, and a fresh white sheet was spread across the ground. I looked at the time when I got in. '16:50'. So I'd missed lunch.
Soon enough, my dad pulled up at my old house. It was a bit of a drive and I was glad when it was over. I grabbed my bag from the boot of the car and wandered inside. Once the key turned and the front door opened, memories came flooding back. I made my way into the room. At least my dad had made an effort to put up seasonal decorations. A silver piece of tinsel was wrapped around the banister. It didn't take a genius to work out that was the piece that Joe 'accidentally' chopped about two feet off when playing with his scissors our great-grandma bought him. She was always one for the practical presents.
I dumped my bag onto my old bed. My dad was busy making dinner when my phone rang. I didn't recognise the number at first, but I'd taken so long to get it out of my tight pocket that it was on the voicemail message within a few seconds.
"Hi, Zoe is it? It's Alfie's mum here. Just calling to say Alfie is great and is on the mend. Anyway call back if you can. Bye."
HE WAS OK!!!!
