Chapter 24

I saw a flash of pain in Roy’s eyes, but I had little sympathy for him. How many times had he rejected Mark’s own pleas for physical contact? I tried to tamp down on my anger as being mad wasn’t something Mark needed at the moment.

“Hello,” Mark said simply.

“You must be Simon,” Roy said, turning to me.

I nodded and tried for a smile.

“It’s a bit crowded in here,” Mark said, looking around. “Shall we go for a walk maybe?”

“Yes,” Roy said, obviously feeling the tension. “Good idea.”

So much for taking Roy up to our room, I thought, following the two of them out of the main entrance.

We discussed the weather, the increased prices of things in the shop windows, the amount of litter in the streets.

I saw a public park up ahead and suggested we go inside. Mark and Roy agreed.

We soon found an empty bench and claimed it before anyone else did.

“Son.” Roy dipped his head. “Sorry.” He put his free hand to his face. “Mark, thank you for agreeing to meet me.”