There were no tears, no anger: just acceptance, and a graciousness that touched her despite herself. Maybe this boy was good for Sinjin, her driven, cynical boy.

"Do you - do you still have his number?" She questioned, before trying to reassure. "There's no urgency. You can definitely take your time. Just not too much time," she added, with a wry, slightly eye-rolling twitch of her lips that Bobby might have recognised from her son.