Chapter 8: SallyHe slept on the wide sofa in the sitting room that night, with the dogs guiltily pressed one each side. Sally found him there in the morning, huddled under the blanket that was usually thrown across its back.
“What are you doing?” she barked at him as he stared at her blearily. “You promised me you could get yourself up the stairs!”
He threw the blanket off and struggled to his feet. The dogs had already abandoned him in the face of her displeasure, the traitors.
“I dozed off in front of the fire—” His first lie, because he hadn’t felt up to lighting it last night. “—that’s all. This is the first time honestly.” Lie number two. He’d been home four weeks and this was becoming a regular occurrence. Not because he couldn’t, but because he couldn’t be bothered. There was a d
