"I don't think mum would even knows who ye are, Eugene. She's gotten worse. And dad doesn't give a shit. As soon a I can find someone to look after t' bairns I won't ever go see there again, and I suggest ye do t' same." Her voice was cold, but Eugene had to hear the truth. "If they 'ear ye're makin' money, they'll come begging." Her father had cursed her out and called her names for the work she had started doing when she had returned to Whitby. But at the same time he had wanted to know what she was making, and couldn't she help out her siblings? Her parents were ignorant about her current position, and she would keep it that way if she could.

"As for t' bairns, I moved in with their da when I got pregnant with Sam. We lived in Grosmont. But he's buggered off a few months ago, so that's that. I've been better off without t' bastard, so fuck him."