A funny, achingly sad, sneakily wise story of family and what happens when three men—all of whom are completely ill-suited for fatherhood—take charge of a toddler following his mother's sudden death.
Boy-made-good Téo Erskine is back in the north London suburb of his youth, visiting his father—stubborn, selfish, complicated Vic. Things have changed for Téo: he's got a steady job, a brand-new car and a London flat all concrete and glass, with a sliver of a river view.
Except, underneath the surface, not much has changed at all. He's still the boy seeking his father's approval; still the young man playing late-night poker with his best friend, unreliable, infuriating Ben Mossam; still the one desperately in love with the enigmatic Lia.
Lia's life, on the other hand, has been transformed: now a single mother to two-year-old Joel, she doesn't have time for anyone—not even herself.
When the unthinkable happens, Teo, Vic and Ben—a strange constellation of men—rally around the toddler. None of them are fully equipped to look after him, but their strange, tentative attempts at love might just be enough to offer him a new place to call home.
