I looked at the photograph in one file, trying not to make features I could barely see prove something they could not.

“So he’s Simon’s son.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You won’t say anything useful.”

“I can coordinate with his caseworker and the carer.

That is useful, even if it isn’t the answer you want from me.”

She was right.

I disliked her for being right while still withholding the explanation I wanted.