JAN IS done with love.
That’s what he thinks when he wakes up in the morning, that’s what he mutters, half-drunk, before he sleeps at night. Done, over it, love is dead and buried, relationships suck balls—which Jan obviously does not want to do anymore.
But then he looks at his son, Henry, over the bright white kitchen table, morning sunlight streaming in making the boy’s blond hair glow, and he knows it’s not love he’s over, just being in love. He’s only twenty-nine, but he’s seen his destiny in the eyes of the last stupid fuck who betrayed him, and that destiny is loveless and lonely, and he’ll just have to damn well get used to it.
Henry is five, and yet he instinctively knows more about love than that. He knows love doesn’t falter. He believes in warm arms so strong they keep the darkness away. He is not afraid to trust.
Out 1st Oct