Having dealt with the other two ladies, Mr Fitzpatrick turned his attention back to us. I wasn't sure if I'd gripped hold of mom's hand or if she'd clasped mine, but we both instinctively tightened our grip as he stepped toward us.
“What about Troy, sir?” I asked.
“Let's go over here and sit down.” he replied indicating a nearby bench.
We let him lead the way, sitting down when we reached it while he remained standing in front of us.
“Troy's still in there, isn't he?” mom asked,