I’m not expecting my cousin Orla to show up at the steel mill, so I almost drop a pile of files when she inserts herself into my new office. ”Jesus, Callum,” she snorts, plunking her messenger bag on the chair. ”You need me more than I thought.”

”Who sent you?” It comes out like some sort of threat in a thriller movie, and I realize I’m pretty darn tired. I start looking around for my snack stash to see if I’ve got ...