‘Are you okay darling?’ Adelaide asks, leaning forward with concern. ‘Yeah.’ Nat’s voice is so low, so shaky, that her words are barely audible. ‘God, I had no idea. But I’m so, so glad he had you.’ Her bottom lip trembles on the you, and she presses her hand to her mouth. ‘Jesus, he had no one else. Thank God he had you.’ ‘Oh, my darling,’ Adelaide says, her voice tremoring. ‘Don’t worry. He had me. He had his fabulous lawyer. And that lovely man, Anton. We looked out for him.’
