I had been doing this for about ten minutes when the discreet hum of the motorized wheelchair alerted me to Derek’s arrival.
He sat there in the doorway, looking at me. There were dark shadows under his eyes. Sometimes, Damion told me, he barely slept at all. I didn’t want to think how it would feel, to lie trapped in a bed you couldn’t get out of wit
h only dark thoughts to keep you company through the small hours.
‘I thought I’d see if I could fix any of these frames,’ I said, holding one up. It was the picture of him bungee jumping. I tried to look cheerful. He needs someone upbeat, someone positive.
‘Why?’
I blinked. ‘Well … I think some of these can be saved. I brought some wood glue with me, if you’re happy for me to have a go at them. Or if you want to replace them I can pop in
