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She really was fragile, Hugo thought, bending down to give his niece a hug. Last year had been a tragedy for Ruby, and it still showed. She expected calamity.

‘This isn’t ruin,’ he said gently. ‘It’s just flour.’

‘It’s snow. To make Polly feel better when we’re not here.’

‘And Polly loves it,’ Polly said, and then sneezed as if she needed to accentuate the point. ‘Ruby, it’s still great. Look what we’ve done, Dr Denver. All we need you to do is chop down a tree, so I suggest you stop dripping and start helping while I clean up your mess …’

‘My mess?’

‘Your mess,’ she said, and grinned. ‘Walking in on artists at work … you should know better.’

‘I’m glad I didn’t,’ he said faintly, and he looked around at the mess and thought for the first time in … how long? … that this place looked like home.

What was better than this? he thought. What was better than Polly?