“Say bye to Daddy,” Ashley prompts him, but still Dylan doesn't move. He just stands there, one hand still clutching Ashley's coat, his eyes flicking nervously between the ground and Aldo, who remains crouched, his arms still held out.
Reluctantly, he steps forward and Aldo holds Dylan a little tighter, a little longer than usual. He plants a big kiss on his cheek. Jesus, he'd never been so scared in his life. Seeing the wee man like that, lying on the floor breathless and kicking and his face that horrible purple colour…
And who's fault was it?
“Bye, Daddy,” Dylan murmurs, then frees himself of Aldo's arms and walks down the path to the pavement and climbs into Ashley's car. Ashley pushes her key fob and locks the doors again. Then she turns to Aldo.
“Right, what the f**k happened her
