that’s all right,’ he added.
‘Er...of course. We’re both going the same way.’ She shrugged her shoulders as though everything was perfectly normal.
Where they’d managed to form a calm, professional relationship during her time here, actually walking through the corridors together was something they’d avoided until now. Chatting at the nurses’ station? Fine. Discussing patients in outpatient clinic? Necessary. But this? Jane racked her brain for something to say, determined to keep everything strictly on a professional level. She knew she still needed to ask Sean if it was possible for her to see Spencer, to hopefully, in the long term, spend a good deal of time with her nephew, but for the time being she’d been comfortable developing a firm grounding, a professional appreciation, before she hit him with such a request. Even the thought of asking him churned her stomach.
‘Um, I’m so pleased Mya’s parents were agreeable to her taking part in the study. A lot of people are quite skittish when they hear the words “research project”.’ She smiled as she spoke.
‘It is good to see Mya improving.’ Silence reigned, their footsteps echoing in the unusually deserted corridor. ‘How’s your own research project going?’
‘Good. Thanks. Slowly at the moment but I’ve had two new patients sign up in the last week so that’s good news.’
‘Yes.’
Silence once more. She should talk more about her research project. That was a neutral topic. ‘Actually, the two patients who have signed up are siblings.’
‘Is that common?’
‘With twins perhaps, but this is a brother and sister, different ages, with different types of eating disorder.’
‘What does that tell you? Big trauma in their past?’
‘That’s the starting point.’
‘Are they close? The siblings?’
‘Not from our first interview.’
‘You and Daina never really got along, did you,’ Sean stated rhetorically, the words coming from his mouth before he could think about it.
Jane glanced up at him, a look of disbelief on her face, and when she answered her tone was clipped and brisk. ‘No.’
‘Why was that, do you think?’
Jane tried to control her rising temper. The one major topic that could easily rile her was the topic of Daina but, she rationalised, she knew that in returning to Adelaide, where Sean and Spencer had now made their home, it would eventually be something she’d have to discuss.
Reminding herself that it was necessary to remain on Sean’s good side if she wanted access to Spencer, she tried to control her reaction. Even if she could see her nephew only once a month, that would be terrific. She could get to know him, tell him about the grandparents he’d never known and share some of her better, happier memories with him.
Jane took a steadying breath and paused in the corridor, Sean stopping beside her. ‘Jane. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have just blurted out—’
‘How well did you know Daina? Really know your wife?’
At her question, Sean’s expression instantly changed to one of deep-seated pain before he quickly recovered and replaced his expression with one of benign detachment. ‘Ex-wife. We were divorced soon after Spencer was born.’
‘Really? I wasn’t aware of that.’ But she was aware of the bitterness he’d been unable to disguise from his tone. ‘So if you know what she was really like, how can you ask me that?’
Sean clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth. ‘Whenever I do let myself think of her, I try to remember her the way she was during those first few months of our marriage, before...’ He stopped. ‘I do it for Spencer.’ He shook his head. ‘He doesn’t need to know the truth about his mother. Not now, at any rate.’
Jane nodded. ‘I can understand that because the truth of who Daina really was, of the emotional pain she was capable of inflicting, is just too painful to remember, isn’t it?’
‘Yes.’ His lips barely moved as he spoke, then