Brian's phone pinged. He glanced at the message from his son, Toby, cursed and came to a halt. He had a shopping trolley full of Tesco's finest instant meals and such.
"Fuck"
A brisk middle-aged woman with a toddler in tow glared at Brian, though whether it was because he'd sworn or because he was blocking the aisle, he didn't know. Brian looked over the groceries in his trolley and began to regret deciding to buy them in haste and anger. Just because Toby's mother, Deirdre, was playin