Perhaps the world ended for most people in the May of that year the dinosaurs came back, but for Daniel it had ended almost a year before, during the school summer holidays. Although his mother had been a dysfunctional, controlling, emotional wreck, he had still loved her. In one way, it was hard to explain how he could love someone like that, but in another, it was simple: she was his mother.
In the blur of events that followed her death, Daniel had precious little time to grieve properly for her. The funeral happened three days later and seemed to be attended by more men in dark suits and sunglasses than actual family members and friends. His father, never a talkative man in the first place, now seemed to have withdrawn into himself completely. He muttered his thanks to friends and rela
