I read that line twice.

My alleged condition had spent three years learning to tie shoes badly and singing the same bedtime song out of tune.

There was something else in the archive.

A handwritten note from Graham, dated weeks after the triplets’ birth, saying he had seen the hospital notification and had asked Lorraine whether Callum knew.

Lorraine had replied that the matter was already being handled by counsel.

“Why didn’t he contact me himself?” I asked Nadia.