Betrayal- Kate Ennals
“The doctors say he has weeks left, if that. One of us has to go.”
I was with my older brother, Sam, in a café in St James’ Park, London. My father was dying of cancer in Canada, somewhere in the vast, great plains that dominate the mid-west territory.
“Will you go?” I asked Sam.
“You should. You are closer. Beth is going on Friday. She can help you with Cian.”
I sighed. Beth was my father’s mistress, or lover, as she preferred to be called. Last year, mum had left dad after 37 years of marriage...