Thankfully, Sarah joins in with my laughter. ‘Get over yourself, Mike. If I had a pound for every woman at the hospital who warned me off you, I’d be a wealthy woman.’

‘Really? Why did you go out with me then?’

She softens. ‘Because I was curious, to begin with at least. I wanted to know what the fuss was about. And then… And then I discovered I liked you. You’re OK, once you let people in.’

‘Gee, thanks, I guess,’ he harrumphs, but he’s swiftly disarmed when she leans forward to give him a kiss.

This display of affection is enough to bring me up short. Their guilt-free love is too much for me to deal with all of a sudden.

‘I think I’m going to go to bed,’ I tell them.

‘Are you OK?’ Sarah asks.

‘Honestly? No. But I’ll find a way through it. I don’t really have a choice, do I?’

Mike comes over and wraps me in a hug. ‘You’ll be OK, you know,’ he says into my hair. ‘Luke’s a class-A dickhead who deserves everything he’s got coming to him, but none of this is your fault.’

‘The rational part of me knows that,’ I tell him, pulling back so I can look into his face. ‘It doesn’t stop me feeling responsible though. I keep thinking about poor Cindy and how she must be feeling. Is she trying to put a brave face on it and play happy families, or is she putting ground glass in his food? Whichever it is, you can assume she must absolutely hate my guts, and that’s the hardest part.’ A tear starts to run down my cheek. ‘I kind of hate my guts right now.’

‘Shh,’ he soothes. ‘You’ve done nothing wrong. Hold on to that. You wouldn’t have gone anywhere near the two-timing bastard if you’d known what he was like.’

‘Thanks, Mike,’ I tell him as I gently pull away.

‘He’s right, you know,’ Sarah adds. ‘You’re the innocent party here just as much as Cindy is.’

‘Yeah, well. I think I’m going to head to bed anyway. I’ve had enough of today,’ I tell them as I turn towards my bedroom door. ‘Thanks, for everything.’