She remembers thinking that she’d talk to him, be there for him, get to the bottom of it. She’d ask if he wanted to do a bit of shopping and go for a coffee and cake, and she remembers how she left the kitchen, went through the hall and up the stairs, but by the time she reached his room, she felt silly for thinking he’d go to town with his mother – at his age! – and instead, knocked on his door and said, ‘Have you eaten? There’s cheesy coleslaw in the fridge.’
