standing beside him is a little boy.
they both look up at me. i look down at them. for a moment nobody says anything. to be honest, i’m a little shocked. you see, the boy, who looks about six years old, is clearly brad’s son. even from here i can tell he has the same black hair and dark eyes as brad. not only that, but the shape of their faces looks almost the same.
i go slowly downstairs and as i get nearer i can see the boy looks unhappy. in fact, he looks as if he might be about to cry.
‘christopher,’ he says very quietly.
and sure enough, tears are beginning 