Chapter 23

“Thank you.” It had been a long time since I’d felt masculine comfort.

“What did you do afterward?”

“We took Da home to Abergavenny. He still has family there. After he was buried, Mum and I traveled throughout Europe. We never did go back to Venice though. And then she became ill. We didn’t know what it was at first, but finally a doctor diagnosed her as having a viral cardiomyopathy. The medicines he put her on—a beta blocker and an ACE inhibitor—helped for a while, but she decided it would be a good idea to come home.” I looked away. “She did it for me, not for herself. She misses Da so much, and I know she wants to join him, but she stays for me.” I brushed a hand over my eyes. “I don’t want to lose her.”

“I can understand that. If you’d like, I’d be happy to examine her.”

“Would you? The doctor Uncle John has her seeing is a quack, and I don’t trust him any further than I could throw him.”

“Then why see him?”