The clock ticks on. Every second seems like a minute, every minute like an hour, as Jack, Queenie, Mum and I sit in silence, watching TV. Except we’re not watching, not really. The film is unfolding on the screen before us, but I couldn’t tell you any of the plot, I don’t know who any of the characters are and I have no idea what it’s called. I don’t think the others know any better than me, either.
Jack unwraps a sandwich and suddenly the room is flooded with the smell of tuna.
I can feel hunger growling in the pit of my stomach, but I also know that if I try to eat anything right now, I’ll be sick.