Chapter 8Sandy walked around the desks in the open-plan office. Ric had a picture of two little boys on his, and Sandy studied it for a few seconds. It was of no use. Those boys would never see him. To them, he’d always be the dead uncle.
Sadness weighed down on him, making it hard to breathe. Not that he needed to breathe. He’d tried it during the night while Thaddeus slept. He hadn’t taken a breath for ten whole minutes, and it hadn’t changed a thing.
“Oh, you’re here.” Ric scowled at Thaddeus as he entered the office. “Think you’re gonna be of better use if you come in extra early?”
“f**k you, Ric.” Thaddeus was reading through a pile of papers, had been doing so for the last two hours, and Sandy was bored out of his mind.
“See, I wouldn’t want to f**k you if you were the last livin
