My Father Pushed Me Into a Fountain at My Sister’s Wedding—Then He Met the Husband I’d Kept Private for Three Years
Housing.
Relocation support.
The first six months.
Adrian’s work and mine.
How I could continue a career rather than disappear inside his.
The practical conversation lasted longer than either of us expected.
At first, I asked about my work in the way I used to ask Graham about a family event: cautiously, with the concern already softened into something I hoped would not inconvenience anybody.
Adrian noticed.