“There was an accident at the clinic.”

Nimako swung around to look at his father.

“Tendai? Is she okay? Did she do something?”

Nana Nimako stood up from the sofa and closed the door to the living room. He had begun spending more time with his son and his family, and had sort of moved in temporarily. This was a difficult time for all of them and his son needed him even more now. Nimako couldn’t talk to his wife, children or friends. His father was his only confidant now. Nana also needed his son. In all his years, nothing had ever terrified him this much. When his wife died, he had been terrified of living without her, but this was much worse.

Tendai drove fast straight home, barely conscious of the road but weaving through the traffic with an experienced ease. She was frustrated at Nana, and angry she was not getting the answers she needed.  She knew she could dig deep into his head and rip all those memories and answers out, but each time she entered his head, he grimaced in pain. He was old, getting everything she needed could kill him. As angry as she was, it was a risk she couldn’t take yet. She had to find answers, somehow, some other way.

As soon as she saw her mother’s car in the driveway, her face tightened and she clenched her fists. Fighting with someone like Nana who loved her had taken a toll. She was not in the mood to tussle with the woman who definitely had no love for her. She felt her mother’s presence in the kitchen so she went round the house and entered through the back door straight to her room. She slammed the door hard behind her and lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She needed to think, she needed to put things in perspective. She felt tired, drained and lonely. She’d known she was different all her life. But now there was a renewed need to find out more. She glanced at the family portrait again. It was time, wasn’t it? It was time to rattle some cages, and see what falls out. Something had to. She closed her eyes and eventually fell asleep.