For a long moment he stared at me. Then he closed his eyes and sagged forwards, resting his face against the side of my head. The men around us stopped yelling. Siobhan stopped screaming. I put my arms round Flynn’s spent body. The church was still full of shouting and crying, but Flynn was silent. The men let go of him. He wrapped his arms around me, his head now heavy on my shoulder. We stood there. Then I felt a hand on my back. ‘Let’s get him out of here.’ It was Gary. I let him guide me towards the door, as I half steered, half supported Flynn. The sunlight hit me as we walked outside. I looked sideways up at Gary. ‘Wait here a minute.’ Gary disappeared back inside. Flynn straightened up. He looked away, but I caught the sunlight glistening on his face, wet with tears. His whole body was shaking. ‘River?’ he choked.
