Chapter Six
I probably should have told Flynn I hate hiking. It was one of those things Mum made me do as a kid. She’d pack enough food for a month, make me carry half of it, and then we’d head out into the unknown with only a waterproof jacket and strong boots for protection. I don’t think we ever once went out and actually walked a planned route and got home without trouble. We always got lost. So a few hours’ gentle stroll in the countryside around East Grinstead turned into survival training.
She was always trying to make my childhood “normal” by doing things she thought families with two parents would do. It never went to plan and we’d end up arguing. We argued a lot. I guess our relationship hasn’t changed much, really. However, when the s**t hit the fan, she was the first person I
