It took two weeks of wrestling with his conscience, denying, refusing to face facts, and plain old avoidance of the issue, before Paul was finally able to admit to himself that maybe there was something in what Sandy had said.
“Come off it, mate, you love him,” Paul said, looking at himself in the mirror. The reflection scared him. He looked drawn, there were dark circles under his eyes, small nicks on his cheeks where he’d cut himself shaving. “Bloody hell.”
Paul did his best to smarten himself up, though he wasn’t all that confident of his success.
Feeling more nervous than he’d ever been in his life, he drove to Trevor’s. Approaching a road junction, he almost rammed into the back of a car that had suddenly braked in front of him.
“f**k, get a grip.”
By the time he’d parked up he w
