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“Tristan.” His mother’s call halted him in his tracks on the way to his bedroom.
“Hello, Mum,” he said as he spotted her at the end of the hall near the doorway to the small upstairs study.
“Might I have a quick word?” She rubbed her palms together nervously.
Shoving his hands into his pockets, he walked over to her and followed her into the study.
She closed the door behind them and faced him. “I know we haven’t talked much tonight, but now we have a chance.” She waited, biting her lip and smoothing her hands over her white cashmere sweater.
“I’m happy to talk, Mum.” He would humor her, but he wasn’t going to start this conversation.
“Well, what do you think of them? Kat seems like a lovely girl. Clayton says she’s shy, but a wonderful student. Did you know she’s attending Cambri
