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‘They divorced when I was young.’
‘That was hard on you?’
‘Yes.’
Mrs Chrisohoidis appeared once more, this time with a little bowl of chocolates. ‘For the baby,’ she said, and winked as she placed them down on the table.
‘But there was a silver lining, too, because part of the divorce was a new brother.’
‘How does that work?’
‘My father had an affair. Thanos was the by-product. It caused my parents’ divorce, but they’d been catastrophically miserable, anyway. I was glad they were separating; glad there would at last be some peace. And Thanos arrived, only three months my junior.’
‘That must have been strange. How old were you?’
‘Eight.’
‘And he lived here?’
At this, Leonidas’s expression was thoughtful, darkly so. ‘His mother gave my father full custody.’
‘That must have been hard for her.’
Leonidas shook his head. ‘Hardest of all for Thanos, I’m sure.’
‘How so?’
‘His mother gave him up quite willingly,’ Leonidas said softly, his expression shifting to one of compassion so Hannah’s heart turned over in her chest. ‘Thanos was—and remains—an incredibly strong-willed, stubborn character. She could not cope with him.’
Hannah’s jaw dropped open. ‘But he was just a boy! Surely there were ways of making him listen to her?’
‘Who knows? But one day, when he was eight, she showed up and left him with my father. She said she couldn’t do it any more.’
Sympathy scored deep in Hannah’s veins. ‘That must have been so hard for him. And your mother!’
‘My mother hated him,’ Leonidas said grimly. ‘She treated him like a street dog.’
Hannah felt as though she could cry! Having experienced exactly this treatment herself, she felt an odd link to Leonidas’s brother, a desire to look at him and comfort him, to tell him he was worthy, just as she’d always wished someone would say to her.
‘But your father took him in,’ Hannah said quietly, hoping there was a happy ending for the little boy Thanos had been.
‘My father was bullish about custody. He had money, resources, staff. He ensured he had the raising of us. We were his, you see. Not boys so much as heirs. Proof of his virility. As I got older, I came to realise that he enjoyed the story of Thanos and my closeness in age. Far from finding it awkward, he relished the proof of his desirability. He boasted about it.’
Hannah ground her teeth together.
‘You’re not close to him?’
Leonidas took a sip of his wine; Hannah’s gaze didn’t falter. ‘No.’
She had the feeling she was moving closer to ground he wished to remain private, topics he’d prefer not to discuss. Rather than approach it directly, she circled around it this time. ‘Would you have preferred to stay with your mother?’
He frowned, thoughtfully. ‘My mother was American. She moved to Las Vegas when they split. I didn’t want to go.’
‘It must have been hard for her. Leaving you, I mean.’
Leonidas’s smile showed disagreement, but his response was a banal, ‘Perhaps.’
‘Do you see her much now?’
