She knew it wasn’t exactly right, but then, was it that wrong? The sky was dark outside; the seaside rain threatened. He wouldn’t want to go out, and anyway, he needed to revise. How stressed he seemed lately, so tense, and more vulnerable than she had known him to be since he was a little boy. Her sweet, loving little boy. She heard him in the kitchen, and she went in as he started to settle at the table with his textboo...