‘You know my mate, Evan? The one who draws the cartoons? He was at an engagement party last night for a mate of his – some Dane called Laust who I’ve never met. He put the pictures up today of the happy couple and guess who Laust is bloody well getting married to.’

‘No! Oh, Drew.’

Drew took another swig of vodka. ‘Luukas and Laust. How sickeningly alliterative. There’s photos of them everywhere. Facebook, Twitter, Instagram. Everywhere. They’re even on bloody TikTok.’

‘Couldn’t Evan have warned you?’

‘He didn’t know Luukas was my ex. I met Evan afterwards. I probably mentioned him, but Evan wouldn’t have made the connection.’

‘At least you weren’t at the party. Imagine how awkward that would have been.’

Drew didn’t respond. He necked the remains of the vodka and placed the empty glass on the coffee table then sat back in the chair. Phew! No top-up. Or at least not yet.

‘I might have sent him a friend request on Facebook…’

‘No! Why?’

‘I couldn’t help myself. I wondered if he’d accept. He did. I followed him on Twitter and Instagram too. He followed me back.’ He screwed up his nose. ‘And then I sent him a message.’

‘You didn’t! Drew!’

‘It was his fault. What did he expect? He must have known I’d have questions.’

‘Dare I ask what was in your message?’

‘Nothing bad. I might have politely enquired as to whether there was a reason why he left me waiting for him at the airport without a word of apology.’

My heart went out to him and I thought about the hurt email I sent to Scott when I tracked him down to his workplace and realised he was really Adam. ‘By “politely enquired”, I’m guessing you mean rudely demanded?’

‘He deserved it. Bloody cheek. Nearly three years, Jem. Three years without a word.’

‘Did he reply?’ Sam asked.

‘Oh yes. Shall I read it to you?’ Without waiting for either of us to answer, Drew picked up his phone and mimicked what I have to assume was meant to be Luukas’s Finnish accent as he read it out: