I TOLD SEAN EVERYTHING. Exactly how it all began. How I felt. As well as all that Brook had shared with me on Sunday. Once I’d finished, he’d made me promise not to race off and do anything stupid. And if I could hold it together for a half-day, in return, he’d sort something out.
He’d asked me to trust him.
I did. With my life.
Trusting him with Brook’s seemed a little harder, however, and by dinnertime, I wanted to dig out my own eyes for distraction.
Which meant that, once again, I sat at the kitchen table with my feet tapping, my right hand loving up the balls in my pocket, and my left almost crushing the mobile’s shape while I held it to my lips so I’d feel even the slightest vibration if she called.
Over at the cooker, Dad squatted in front of the oven, mitts on his hands as he
