Chapter Nine
Monday morning. The phone call woke Mark. He glanced at the wall clock, mind befuddled by sleep. Still an hour before his alarm was set to go off. Who would ring him at this time? Sunshine streamed through the slim-line blinds at the bedroom window. The strength of the rays at such an early hour warned of a coming scorcher. While Lena slept on, Mark sat up and reached for his phone.
Chance was cradled in the crook of his mother’s arm. The baby lay quietly, although the call had woken him too. His wide blue eyes watched Mark as he answered the phone.
‘Hello. Beth?’ He decided to take the call in his home office. Content beside his mother’s breast, Chance made no cry as his father pulled on shorts and left the bedroom.
Mark closed the door of the office after him, unsure of
