Bessie rounds the corner of the hall of the hospital on her way to Regina Kingston’s room. In the opposite direction, she spots a lean, expensively dressed woman walking swiftly. There is something familiar about her. Then she remembers the picture in the newspaper. She is Isobel Thomson, the mother of the suicide victim, Harris. He was an only child of divorced parents, she recalls, feeling empathy for the woman. His father is remarried and lives in New Zealand with his new wife and two young daughters.
How lonely she must feel. Bessie’s eyes well up, remembering all the pain Ash and Jason’s families have gone through since the death of their children, and are still going through. Is there something I can do for Harris’s mother? Wiping away her tears, she can’t think of anything worthwhi
