Mum lets go and straightens up to standing, clearing her throat as she helps me to my feet. “We are never going to talk about whatever happened on that chair. But no, we’re not mad at you for meeting someone who makes you happy.” “I’m going to get a drink and pretend tonight never happened,” Dad says, heading for the fridge, and Mum sits down and goes back to her book. Out on the balcony, Cameron and my brother shiver, arms folded across their chests, shoulders up at their ears.
