“You have to go home now, Liz,” he strangled out, physically picking me up and walking outside. “I can’t do this,” he told my mother, who was waiting at the car. “I’m sorry.” “Oh, Hugh, sweetheart.” Mam’s eyes were laced with concern. “What happened?” “Take her, Catherine,” Hugh begged, voice cracking. “Please just take her.” “Where are you going?” I called after him.
