‘Oh, sweetheart,’ Adam says as I lose it again. He reaches into the middle of the table, where napkins and cutlery stand in shiny silver julep cups, and shakes out a linen napkin before pressing it gently to my face. ‘It’s okay,’ he says. ‘We’re all good. Everyone’s great. There’s nothing to be sad about, honestly.’ ‘I know.’ I nod my head like a child. ‘I just can’t believe it. For some reason, the thought of you being there for him in that place makes me so emotional,’ I say to Mum. She purses her lips sympathetically. ‘I take it you know the whole story, then?’ I nod again. ‘Yeah. And it
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