Chapter 75

“Down there,” Trevor pointed between his legs.

“You mean, in one of your uh, balls?”

Trevor nodded, he felt his face going red.

Someone else entered the toilets and saw the two of them standing there.

Before the newcomer said anything, Paul took hold of Trevor’s elbow and guided him out through the door, along the corridor and into his office, closing the door behind them. Showing Trevor to a seat, Paul took the one next to him. He didn’t say anything, just gave him the space to talk.

“I—My dad died of cancer.”

Paul nodded as if he understood. “And you’ve been afraid of it ever since, just in case it…”

“I’m scared. I’m only thirty-two.”

The hand that Trevor only then realised had been holding his throughout, tightened slightly. “How long? I mean, when did you first notice the lump?”

“Just over a week ago. Saturday.”

“The day before the cricket match?”

Trevor nodded.

“Oh Trevor! Why didn’t you say anything? I mean—”