‘You know that divorce lawyer you mentioned?’

‘Yes.’ She sounded wary.

‘Is she really that good?’

‘Yep. Absolute best. Better than the best.’

‘Excellent.’ I didn’t plan on making this easy for Adrian. I’d wasted decades of my life with him and he was going to compensate me accordingly. ‘Can you give me her number?’

‘Does this mean what I think it does?’

‘Damn straight it does.’ I briefly told her what I’d come home to and the disaster that our session with Megan had been.

‘I’m so sorry,’ she said, ‘but I’m proud of you. I’m not flying today; do you want me to come over? You probably shouldn’t be alone right now.’

‘I’m fine, really,’ I lied. ‘Text me the lawyer’s number and I’ll talk to you soon.’

I hung up before she had the chance to say anything else, but I was too shell-shocked, too angry, to feel bad. I wasn’t in the mood to listen to Hayley wax lyrical about the wonderfulness of Wei. And she might be my best friend, but she was also Adrian’s sister, and everyone knew that in the end, blood trumped water. I wished I could see Jedda instead, but as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t drive back to Ragged Point right now. I had to pick up Payton in a couple of hours so shopping therapy it would have to be.

Fifteen minutes later I walked into a shop I’d only ever fantasised about visiting.

‘Well, hello,’ said Erica, the shop assistant, a woman I recognised as the mother of one of Saxon’s band mates. ‘Long time no see. How’s things?’

‘Oh, you know …’ Just dandy. My husband has been fucking other women in our bed and I’m about to file for divorce. Thankfully, I still had enough self-control not to say this out loud; the last thing I needed was Sax hearing about it from someone else. ‘Just the usual.’

‘And how’s Saxon?’

I frowned, momentarily nonplussed. It was Erica and her husband’s garage that the boys used every Sunday afternoon to rehearse. Saxon loved going there. Not only had they set up the garage specifically for the band, but apparently Erica always baked delicious goodies for the boys to eat while they were there.

‘I’ve missed seeing the boys lately, but when Saxon quit, the others lost interest as well.’

It took every cell in my body to hide my shock, but I didn’t want to admit that this was the first I’d heard about it.

I managed a shrug. ‘Yes, well, he still loves his music, but his academic studies are his priority right now.’

Erica sighed. ‘You’re lucky. I wish Jacob had the same dedication. Anyway, how can I help you?’