Chapter 7
Promising not to lose touch, they’d separated, Lee returning to London, only a few miles shy of where he grew up. He took the first office job available and rented a basement room where the mould growing in one corner made him fear lung disease. Time moved on and so did he—jobs, accommodation—and now…Lee felt like slapping a hand to his forehead. Now he longed to work for the man who left the five hundred within his reach—the five hundred which helped feed him and bought him the fares to jump buses and trains heading into a future unknown. How crazy and impossible was that? What did he think would happen? That Rob would be glad to see him and offer him a future?