“Well, that’s fabulous news,” I declared, setting my phone down. “The first bit of good news I’ve heard since this whole fucking mess kicked off.” “Mess?” Mam gaped at me. “Gerard, pet, this is your life we’re talking about.” “I know it’s my life we’re talking about,” I shot back. “I’m the one who’s been living it.” She flinched and then a sob tore from her throat. “I didn’t know.” I didn’t know.
