Chapters (62)
- Title
- Copyright
- Contents
- About the Author
- About the Book
- Dedication
- Your Worst Nightmare
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- The Answer to All Your Prayers
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- Somebody Else’s Child
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- Sunlight on Water
- July
- September
- Acknowledgements
Matt takes the exit slip-road and slows the car. Immediately he’s wondering what to do for the best: park away from the central area where it’s quieter, or just find a space in the thick of things as he would do normally? His instinct is to avoid too many people, but maybe that’s signalling to Evan he thinks there’s an issue. He decides to be bold, and heads for the main car park.
Evan’s fingers are drumming faster on his knee, and Matt doesn’t blame him for being nervous. Since he was last in this kind of environment, his world view has been shattered. Maybe he and Claire should have taken him out more, done more to get him re-integrated, but there’s no instruction manual for their situation, and no one’s offered any practical help. Let him take his time is the advice they keep hearing, but how much time should that be? Should they have pushed him harder? By leaving him night and day to his own devices, have they set him up to always be a recluse?
Matt adopts an attitude he hopes Evan will take to be cool and relaxed. He takes his time to find a parking space on a row end, where the left side of the car – Evan’s side – is screened by conifer hedging, and turns off the engine. Evan is looking straight ahead, at rows of vehicles and the people walking amongst them: teenagers and young children with frazzled parents, businessmen and delivery drivers, older people of Jack and Dora’s generation.
‘OK, buddy,’ says Matt. ‘Let’s go.’
Praying Evan will follow his lead, he opens his door. The temptation to look back and see what Evan’s doing is strong, but he resists it. Act natural, he’s thinking, just act natural. He’s out of the car, but Evan hasn’t moved. There’s a man by himself walking towards them, and Matt senses Evan’s eyes on him, but the man’s on his phone and passes them without even a glance.
Evan’s door opens, and Matt thinks, Thank Christ. In a moment Evan is standing beside him – too close beside him, and the closeness provokes in Matt the urge to put an arm around Evan’s shoulders.
But that would look odd and they’re trying to do normal, where normal for Evan’s age would be him trailing behind Matt across the car park, trying to make out they’re not related.
‘Stick with me, kid,’ Matt says with a levity he’s not feeling, and they set off for the main building, Evan almost treading on Matt’s heels.
People are coming and going. Matt pulls open one of the glass doors and stands aside to let Evan go ahead of him, but Evan hangs back, so Matt goes through first with Evan too close behind.