Helena drank some more tea. ‘We don’t know why he was driving so fast. He may have had a sick child on the back seat, or a dying dog.’

‘It’s possible, I suppose. A bit unlikely.’

‘I agree, it’s not really likely. I’m just trying to find excuses for him.’

‘Oh God, Helena! I don’t know what to say.’

‘And nor do I! Not to my mum, anyway. If I say anything it’s going to look as if I don’t want Mum to have a boyfriend, or any fun or anything nice like that.’

‘But she knows about your – superpower?’

‘Of course, but I still can’t call her or turn up and tell her Leo was the man driving the car that time. Or maybe I should?’ She paused. ‘Tell me honestly, how did you feel about Leo before I told you all this?’

Jago didn’t rush to answer. ‘Like I said, I don’t think we’d ever be soulmates.’ He paused again, for an agonisingly long time. ‘I’m not sure I entirely trust him.’

‘Weirdly that makes me feel a bit better,’ said Helena. ‘I couldn’t trust him the moment I saw him but I had to give him the benefit of the doubt. Just in case. I mean – Mum’s not likely to find many men she likes at this time in her life, is she? I know she’s not old or anything, but the chances of me finding someone are slim, and not all the men I meet are married. It must be much harder at her age.’

‘Could you talk to your brother about this?’

Helena shook her head. ‘I wish I could. But Martin’s never really approved of my superpower, as you called it. He can’t deny I have it, but I think he’s a bit jealous. Besides, he has an agenda.’

‘Which is?’

‘He and Cressida want Mum to sell her house and share out the money so they can buy a fancy-pants house with a granny annexe that Mum could live in and so look after Issi, and the massive garden, for nothing.’ It all came out in one anxious breath.

Jago frowned. ‘Oh. I don’t think your mother would like that, would she? Unless she absolutely loves gardening.’

‘She quite likes it but wouldn’t want to do it day in, day out.’

‘So what has this to do with Leo?’

It was a reasonable question. ‘He’s something to do with property and, as you heard, he valued Mum’s house. She must have asked him to. She will have got him round because Martin and Cress guilt-tripped her into it.’ She sighed. ‘Maybe I’m paranoid, but I got the impression they knew him already.’

Jago considered this. ‘Are you sure you won’t have a glass of wine? I definitely want one and I don’t want to drink on my own.’