The panicked looks Adam’s shooting me just keep on coming. I’m torn between amusement that Mum is blithely laying bare his apparent secret side hustle of fairy godfather to my brother and a rush of emotion so strong it’s threatening to overwhelm me. Adam is such a good man. Such a kind man. And clearly, a man who seems to believe he still has to make reparations to Stephen, all these years later. ‘Good God, Adelaide,’ he grumbles to Mum. ‘You need to work on your discretion.’ Mum sits back and crosses her arms with a satisfied smile. ‘I knew it.’
