Jesus fuck, my eyes are misting. I give us about three minutes before we’re all holding hands around the table and openly weeping. ‘Amen to that,’ Nat says with almost comedic emphasis. I release her hand and wipe the dampness from her nearest cheek. Adelaide catches the gesture and smiles at us fondly. ‘And would you like to expand upon how you’ve come to join the Adam Wright fan club? Though, god knows, he’s an easy man to be a fan of. He’s such a good boy.’
