Monday morning. Pat sat at his laptop in the kitchen, scrolling through pages on the Internet researching the process he’d have to follow to get his mother into an aged-care residential facility. What had happened to the old-fashioned terminology of them being called nursing homes? He was following that thought when he was interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing. He looked at the caller ID: Lina Palumbo.
‘Hi, Lina.’
‘Hello, Pat. Just thought I’d touch base to make sure you’re okay’ said Lina. ‘DI Ryan told me about your dad. I’m sorry it turned out like that.’
‘At least he had no idea what he’d done,’ said Pat. ‘He never regained consciousness, which was probably just as well.’
‘How about your mum?’
‘She’s not out of the woods yet,’ said Pat, ‘and, if she does pull through, I’m
