“I know,” Addy whispered, keeping her voice quiet and her language Welsh. “Ma would be so proud of you,” she breathed to her brother. She leaned her forehead against him, but she was careful to do it where his hair was so she didn’t ruin his makeup with hers. “I wish she could see this. See you happy.” That was what killed Addy sometimes. Their mother had never gotten to see this beautiful relationship Iestyn had found. Henry was such a loving and supportive partner and all Bridget had ever seen was Iestyn be bullied for his sexuality and struggle with it for years. Their Ma would have loved Henry so much. “You know Henry would be just her kind of person.”