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The Great Hall of Sydney University had never seen anything quite like it. Then again, the Great Hall of Sydney University had never hosted the annual Funnel Envy Conference before—a fact that was made abundantly clear by the confused expressions of the academics in attendance, who had expected a symposium on hydraulic engineering and were…

The morning after the hospital visit, Catherine Zeta-Jones found herself pacing her Milsons Point apartment like a caged tiger in silk pyjamas. The harbour glittered below, Luna Park’s painted grin seemed to mock her with its frozen mirth, and somewhere in the distance, a ferry horn blared its indifference to her spiralling thoughts. She had…

The morning sun over Sydney Harbour was gentler than the previous day’s blaze, a soft apology for the emotional carnage of the afternoon before. Catherine Zeta-Jones stood at her floor-to-ceiling window, watching the ferries cut white trails across the water, and felt something she hadn’t expected: hope. Or perhaps it was just the caffeine from…

The Hollywood Hills sun, a relentless, golden tyrant, had absolutely no business being in Sydney, and yet, there it was—or rather, its southern hemisphere equivalent, a blazing antipodean orb that bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Catherine Zeta-Jones’s palatial Milsons Point apartment. It illuminated dust motes dancing like tiny, carefree ballerinas, a stark contrast to…