Rachel thought about the way she’d hurried Heather off the phone and felt another stab of guilt.

‘Listen,’ he said. ‘I know these last few years have been a trial. And I know that strange doesn’t even begin to describe what it must feel like to have your father find himself a younger girlfriend while still married to your terribly ill mother. I know this, and I’m sorry. But, Rach, all of this is because of me. I made a decision to pursue a relationship with Heather at this time. Meeting Heather brought me the most joy I’ve had in years, and perhaps because of this I wasn’t as sensitive to what that would be like for you as I should have been. But that’s on me. And I’d hate for you to blame Heather for decisions that really have nothing to do with her.’

‘I don’t blame her, Dad.’

‘You don’t?’

‘No. And of course I’ll have lunch with her. I’ll do it here. I’ll make coq au vin. I’ll call Heather later to tell her.’

Dad looked relieved. ‘That sounds great. Do you think you can rope Tully in?’

‘I can try.’

He smiled. ‘Thanks, sweetie.’

‘No problem,’ she said. ‘And actually . . . since you’re here, there’s something I want to talk to you about,’ she continued.

‘Oh?’

‘You know that stuff you gave me at lunch? The stuff that Mum had stolen?’

‘Yes.’

‘There was a hot-water bottle in there.’

‘Oh yeah?’

‘And it had money inside. Quite a lot of money.’

He looked up, cocked an eyebrow. ‘Well,’ he said, after a moment, ‘maybe she was saving up for something. Or stashing it away for a rainy day. How much?’ He speared another piece of cake and put it in his mouth.

‘Almost a hundred thousand.’

Dad choked on his cake. After a moment, he swallowed. ‘A hundred thousand dollars?’

Rachel nodded. ‘I was about to fill it up with boiling water when I saw a fifty-dollar note sticking out the top. Where would Mum have got that kind of money from?’

He was silent for several seconds. ‘Honestly, I have no idea. She would have had to be putting away her housekeeping for her whole life to save that much.’

‘I thought the same thing.’

Dad drifted off into thought for almost a minute. When he finally looked at her, his expression was still just as bewildered.

‘What should I do with the money?’ she asked finally.

Dad picked up his tea. ‘Well, you know the expression: finders keepers.’

‘Oh no. I couldn’t.’

‘Nonsense,’ he said. ‘Why couldn’t you?’

Part of his eagerness for her to take it made Rachel wonder if he was the one behind it. It wouldn’t be unlike Dad to try to give her something without having to receive thanks for it. In fact, nothing made him more uncomfortable than being acknowledged for a kindness or good work. At the same time, she always knew when Dad was lying. It was a tic he had – his eyes flickered. Mum had pointed it out once, and she was absolutely right. And there was no tic now.