Chapter EightHoward Greenfield tried hard to carry on with life as normal, but it was proving impossible. Although it was nearly eight weeks since Barcelona, he had heard nothing. The whole ghastly episode had now become a great burden to him, which every day's waiting only added to. It was a nightmare from which there seemed no awakening. He had become moody, edgy, speaking little at home, contributing nothing to the family life that now seemed so precious to him.
Many times over the past two months he had reflected on what he saw as one of life's greatest ironies in that you never really appreciate the worth of the things closest to you, the everyday things you take unthinkingly for granted, until you stand on the brink of losing them. The presence of his wife and daughter with the joy
