AUTHORS POV

Pedro tried again. Taking care of Dean was beginning to overwhelm him but he swore to try again, against all odds, after all he was the boys father.

That evening, He grabbed Dean’s hand and led him to the living room where a jigsaw puzzle lay on the carpet; it was one of Dean’s favourite toys and he silently commended himself for at least knowing his son’s favourite toy.

Pedro hoped it would calm him.

They sat on the floor; pieces of different toys scattered between them.

Dean’s face darkened. He threw a puzzle piece across the room. “Stop it Dad!” he shouted.

Pedro froze mid-movement. His elegant...