“It may end up going nowhere, so it seems ill-advised to put me on the payroll. I don’t need a salary, anyway. I just . . .” “You want to feel useful,” Seb suggested, with a sudden world-weariness in his tone that made something catch in Max’s chest. Max’s whole mission for the first thirteen years of Seb’s life had been to arrange things so Seb never had to sound like that. Perhaps Max’s mistake had been to assume that once Seb was safely away at school, the work was done.
