Chapter 80 The blame

Mrs Cunningham was putting some extra towels for his son when he came out of the en-suite bathroom. Fully refreshed, looking and feeling much better.

"Mother?"

"Yes, Henry?"

"Is Lionel around?" He asked with a solemn look on his face. Taking steps towards the bed, he sat down drying his hair. His mother turned to sit beside him. In an aim to comfort him. He seemed distraught, if there was any place in the house where they could have a conversation without being judged or interrupted by Walter, it would be right here.

"I do not know where he is but he has a fair share of his own problems to attend to."