Will sighs. ‘I am. Really. Sorry, it just came as a bit of a surprise.’

‘Look on the bright side,’ I tell him. ‘It saves us having to track her down.’

Jonathan raises his eyebrows. ‘You were going to track her down too? Seems there’s quite a lot of things going on behind everyone’s backs lately.’

‘I merely suggested to Will that he might like to see if he could find her,’ I explain, feeling my cheeks heating as the blush spreads across them. ‘I shouldn’t have said anything, sorry.’

‘Relax, Tilly.’ Jonathan smiles. ‘It seems great minds think alike.’

‘And fools seldom differ,’ Will retorts with a rueful smile. ‘Anyway, I’ve just been explaining to Tilly why the whole online searching thing isn’t such an easy task for me.’

‘And I get it,’ I tell them both earnestly. Maybe this is my opportunity to reassure Will, and I don’t want to waste it. ‘I mean, I don’t fully get it, obviously, because I’m not a dyslexia expert, but I understand why Will feels the way he does, particularly after his previous experiences.’

Jonathan’s expression is so full of love as he looks at his son that it makes me feel slightly awkward, like I’m intruding on a private moment. ‘It’s not been easy for him,’ he says softly. ‘He had a terrible time at school, because there just wasn’t the support and understanding of dyslexia that there is now. People treated him like he was just stupid, which obviously isn’t true. But then he discovered his art and, of course, the video making. I’m so proud of the way he’s coped with everything and found a job that doesn’t let the dyslexia hold him back. I probably haven’t said that enough. Your mum was proud too.’

Never mind my embarrassment, Will looks like he wants the earth to open up and swallow him.

‘Oh, for goodness’ sake,’ Jonathan says to him, suddenly robust once more. ‘Come here, you idiot.’

I have to laugh as Jonathan wraps his son in a hug and Will mouths ‘Help’ at me over his shoulder. He may be uncomfortable with this sudden display of physical affection from his father, but I’m relieved that it seems to have broken the tension that’s been sitting between us since our conversation in the workshop.

‘So, what happens now?’ Jonathan asks when he finally releases a mortified Will.

‘What do you mean?’ Will asks him.

‘Well, you’ve told Tilly about your dyslexia and, from what I can see, she doesn’t seem spooked. You like her. She likes you…’

‘Whoa!’ Will holds up his hand. ‘Back right off, old man. I’ve also explained about Cass, or have you forgotten her?’