We were in Amalfi for four days before something happened that I had not anticipated, which was the discovery that Kade Carter on holiday was a fundamentally different person from Kade Carter in the office.
Not better. Not worse. Just different in ways that kept surprising me.
He cooked breakfast every morning, which I had not known he could do. Not elaborate cooking. Eggs and bread and local fruit bought from the market at the bottom of the hill, but done with the same focused competence he brought to everything, and eaten on the terrace in the early morning while the sea was still and the babies were still asleep and the world had not yet started demanding anything from either of us.
He read. Actual books, fiction, which I had also not known about. He sat by the pool with a novel in h
