Chapter 11

“It’s okay,” Martin said quietly, getting up to stand behind Colin’s chair.

“Mum?” Colin turned pleading eyes to his mother.

“They caught it early. There’s every chance I’ll make a full recovery. I just need to have an operation and some chemotherapy.”

Colin’s mind wasn’t processing this. It couldn’t be happening. His maternal grandmother and one of his aunts had died of cancer. Cancer ran in families, didn’t it? He shivered and his eyes filled with tears. He could barely feel Martin’s hands massaging his shoulders.

“Why?” Colin got out. He shook his head. “You can’t.” He stood and pushed away from the table, he had to leave, think. This wasn’t happening, not to his mum. She was too young to die. He still needed her.

“Colin,” his dad said as Colin reached the door to the dining room. “Come back to the table.”

Suddenly Colin felt angry. “You weren’t going to tell me.” He whirled on Martin. “Any of you.”