“Don’t worry. In cases like this,” the solicitor says, “the court almost always awards custody to the father.” The solicitor talks, and Heron finds it is reassuring to sit in front of this man in his striped tie, his name in brass on the door. A man who knows exactly what he should do. His mother was right, they needed a professional. It was all too much, she had said, for Heron to manage on his own. Too complicated.
