Whiteout

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The place was dimly lit by a night light next to the camp bed where Tom lay. Craig looked closely at the boy, wondering whether to wake him. He seemed to have recovered from Sophie’s vodka, and was sleeping peacefully in his Spiderman pyjamas.

Craig’s eye was caught by something on the floor beside the pillow. It was a photograph. Craig picked it up and held it in the light. It appeared to have been taken at his mother’s birthday party, and showed Tom with Sophie, her arm around his shoulders. Craig smiled to himself. I’m not the only who was captivated by her that afternoon, he thought. He put the picture back, saying nothing to Sophie.

Whiteout by Kent Follet (pg 305)