บท 9: Chapter 9

Maybe if he opened up a little? If there was a chance to change something, maybe he should… try? Marcus would agree with that emphatically. His husband had been the happy-go-lucky one of them, the optimist, the one with a smile on his lips even when things went wrong.

Padraig glanced at the clock and sighed. He should go back to work.

Just as he was about to get up to pay for his meal, a beam of sunlight hit the clinic across the road, especially the empty left-hand side.

Padraig snorted. Yeah, thanks, Marcus. I can take a hint.