I have spent my whole career reading the details other people walk past.
I don’t have to dig.
I only have to look.”
Bronwen and Hywel were staring at me as though the floor had moved.
For six years, Gethin’s family had decided I was a dull housewife with a small clerical job somewhere, living off their son’s success.
What I had actually done was take a long leave from a career they never troubled to ask about, to nurse Gethin back to health after a car accident years ago — a leave his parents had quietly rewritten, over dinners I wasn’t at, into the story of a woman who contributed nothing.