Chapter 39

Roy asked if he could have a few minutes alone with his son. I looked at Mark, who, after a few seconds, gave me a brief nod.

“I’ll just be in the living room,” I said, exiting with reluctance.

“How’s it going?” Martin asked me when I re-joined him.

“A bit tense,” I said, sitting on the edge of the sofa, ready to spring up again should Mark need me.

Martin nodded and let out a breath. I wanted to ask him about Roy, how genuine he thought Roy’s desires to get back in touch with Mark were. But I realised Martin would be bound by rules of confidentiality or something.

Martin and I must have spent half an hour trying to find something safe to talk about before Roy and Mark came back in the room. I could see from their reddened eyes that both men had shed a few tears.

Mark came to sit next to me on the sofa and reached for my hand. Roy went back to his armchair and sat back in it, looking more relaxed than previously.