Chapter Twelve
The party seemed to have kicked up a notch in my absence. Which was odd. I'd only been outside with George for less than five minutes, though it had felt like a lot longer thanks to the intense fear inside that I'd crossed some kind of line. Ultimately, I knew Martin would forgive me. He loved me. But I wasn't so sure about Helena. And if I'd made it worse...
"Look at how talented my boy is," Sandrine exclaimed, her arm around Hector's mum.
I smiled to myself. Good. At least one person was reacting in the right way to Martin's amazing talent. He needed to be celebrated. And by more than just our little unit.
"What did you do?" Rachel asked, passing me a glass of wine.
I wrinkled my nose. I hadn't drunk wine since the event we'd held here and I wasn't convinced I was rea
