Even with the windscreen wipers on full blast, Nick could barely see five metres ahead of him. Lashing rain hemmed him in. Water flooded the way in low sections, and he couldn’t judge its depth. But Nick powered through, feeling reckless, his adrenaline up.
The words of Del’s article burned in his brain. He couldn’t imagine the sort of damage such a vile public slur would do to his father’s reputation. And not just to his father. The reputation of the entire Shaw family was tainted. Their business would inevitably suffer. Mud sticks, he thought, however unfair that is. And what about his mother, Natalie? She was a fragile person at the best of times, having lived with depression for many years. An incident like this was more than enough to worsen her mental health.
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