“It can, and sadly, it does. Once we untangle all this and get to causes, then we can help Grace even more.” David nodded. “How did you find me?” “Quite easily. Lynne told us. Try not to be too overwhelmed, Peter. Grace was in hospital for two months for another reason, then receiving home visits for a further six weeks and none of us caught on either. It wasn't until the 'Mark' aspect answered the door. I worked very closely with Grace, spoke to Lynne and spent over an hour with Rosemary and I still didn't see it.” “Christ.” Peter exhaled noisily. “Look, I'd like to help, really I would. If I can do that from here then I will, just ask. I doubt I could bring myself to see her though.” “That's absolutely fine, Peter. You've already been incredibly helpful.” Dean leant back in his chair and tried to imagine what the poor bloke must have been feeling when he was told that! There was no way he could have understood Grace's condition to any extent, even though Dave Pearson had done a very good job in trying to explain it. Still, the man had been intelligent and decent enough to offer his help, even though it would have been too much for him to actually meet Grace. Dean looked at his watch. 9.45. Time to do the wards with Marie. Book Index       Jigsaw       Previous       Next ©Jack Frost & The Hooded Crow ©wyrdjax