Chapter 40

“A bit.” Colin examined the reddened and puffy knuckles. At least the skin wasn’t broken.

Martin was blind, but Colin had long ago come to recognise that they were so attuned to each other, Martin often knew what Colin was thinking or doing.

“You shouldn’t have hit him,” Martin said, shaking his head.

Colin grunted. He’d put up with Bob’s snide comments for long enough. Even though Bob and Martin were brothers, they couldn’t be more different. Where Martin was kind and generous, Bob was mean-spirited and always angry.

Earlier that day they’d dropped off Christmas gifts for Martin’s nieces. The girls had been at a friend’s house and Martin had believed that his brother would be at work. He hadn’t, and it had taken less than a minute for Bob’s hateful remarks to start.