A son!?
Alan Morgan was utterly stunned. His mind reeled, a complete blank save for one word echoing over and over... son...
Shirley Grant has a son?
How... how... how could this be?
"A... a son?"
The two words felt lodged in his throat before he finally managed to force them out, turning his head to look at the landlord.
"Yes."
The landlord looked at Alan Morgan with curiosity. What's with his expression? Could he possibly be the one... Shirley Grant's...?
"You must be the child's father, right? You're truly irresponsible. Judging by your clothes, you're clearly not short on money. You look respectable enough, so how could you let your wife and child live in such poverty?"
Although Shirley Grant had only lived here for a few days, the landlord had clearly seen her dire straits.
Alan Morgan felt a tremor run through him as he slowly pushed open the door and stepped inside.
The room was tiny, much smaller even than his own bathroom.
