CHAPTER 27 – TOM
CHICAGOWhen he looked back on the event days later, Tom would find that it wasn’t as sudden or as unexpected as he would have thought. In fact, he would realise that his subconscious mind had most likely planned it.
He was in the middle of reading Czesław Miłosz’s The Issa Valley, lost in the beautiful descriptions of the remote countryside, when the photo fell out and hit him, quite literally, in the face. He picked it up carelessly and was about to discard it, thinking that it was merely an old postcard that had served as a bookmark, but his yellow, wrinkled hand stopped midflight.
His gaze met with two pairs of small blue eyes, printed on poor quality photo paper. Their faces still had the baby chubbiness about them, but they might have already turned three and there
