“You can pour me one of those if you like,” I said. I know that my son takes after his father when it comes to his nerves. “Let's just pause and have a drink. We may not have escaped the madness yet, but we're still together.” I took Robert's hand in mine and squeezed as Edward passed me a drink. “Let's take some comfort in that.”
“You don't get it, Mum,” Robert exclaimed, “He's not coming to the rescue. He got tricked, used like the rest of us. Now he's their prisoner and we're alone!”
