Chapter 22

With shaking fingers I picked up the receiver and dialled.

The phone rang about five or six times before a fairly heavily-accented Geordie voice said, “Hello?”

“Is this Roy Smith?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

“My name is Simon Peters. I’m ringing on your son Mark’s behalf.”

There was an audible intake of breath. “Is Mark there, can I speak to him?”

“Maybe in a minute. Mark’s asked me to tell you a few things before he speaks to you.”

“Is Mark all right?”

“Yes.” Though I felt like adding no thanks to you.

“Thank God.”

“Mark’s asked me to tell you that he’s very happy in his new life.”

“Good. Thank you. But can I sp—”

“Mr Smith, your son is gay. He’s been in a loving and committed relationship with me for the past fourteen months.”

There was a pause, I grew tense, and then Mr Smith let out a breath. “I’m glad he’s found someone who loves him.” Mr Smith fought back a sob. “You say he’s all right?”

I nodded. “He is now.”