Bronwen’s last hitching breath caught in her throat as she understood, all at once, where this was going.
“He said — there was an emergency at work,” Hywel managed.
“He took a call around half past ten and left.”
I nodded.
And then I laid the thing in the middle of the sterile air where all of them would have to look at it.
“At three in the morning, your son collapsed inside the apartment of his new colleague.