Halt.
Turn around.
Six steps back to his starting point.
A further six.
Repeat.
Knowing nothing of the perinatal disaster that had befallen him, he paces up and down like a caged tiger, although big cats have more space in captivity than he permits himself.
*****
Of course, the financial settlement was welcome, but money couldn’t liberate her son, or reverse her husband’s suicide.
She jogs incessantly in a futile attempt to break free, aware that she must return home to be the last carer he sees at the end of each day.