He'd done the best he could — which currently wasn't much, given the emotional complexities that had been tormenting him today. But his father was happy, and his new... mother-in-law was happy too. It was a wedding, not a depressing affair. And yet here these two children stood with absolutely no desire to be around one another, and nothing to say to each other, and not a single sparkle of happiness about them.

Dunstan was devising an exit strategy from the "conversation" when suddenly the painting they'd been looking at chose this moment to fall loose from its hanging and land on the floor with a resounding THUD.