‘Yes, maybe it was for luck, being here for Christmas. If I’d gone home, I’d probably be none the wiser.’ She shook her head, because honestly, she was glad she’d found out, even if it hurt, somehow knowing was almost like having the fears that she’d buried at every turn confirmed and it was a surprising release. ‘Anyway, I’ve told him it’s over and…’

‘But maybe…’

‘No, Francine, it was meant to be. We’ve never been right together, Eddie and I – it’s never lived up to what I always wanted.’ She just hadn’t been brave enough to admit it before. ‘And I think finding this out… well, it’s given me the courage to do something about it.’ She smiled. ‘I’ve moved all his stuff out of the flat.’

‘Can you just do that?’

‘I don’t see why not. It’s my flat and he’s only ever been staying with me. He’s never made any contribution towards the mortgage or anything like that so…’ She didn’t add that she couldn’t stand the idea of him coming back to live there now. ‘Actually, I’m glad to have it back to myself again, moving his stuff out and generally tidying the place up, I’m going to redecorate in the New Year and…’

‘Well, I can help you there.’ Francine smiled. ‘My Dave just retired in November. He’s sitting at home twiddling his thumbs all day long. I’m sure he’d love to give you a hand.’

‘Oh, Francine, I couldn’t possibly let him do that.’ It was a fabulous offer; Dave had spent his whole life working as a painter decorator. Liv knew he’d have her flat whipped into perfect colour in no time.

‘Don’t be daft. It’ll get him out of the house, sure what else would he be doing on damp January days!’

‘Oh Francine,’ Liv laughed, because she knew Francine managed her husband as if she was managing a child sometimes and he seemed very happy to have her telling him what to do.

‘Well, good, that’s settled so. You pick out the colours and I’ll have a chat with Dave. All he’ll need is access to a kettle and a clear room to get started.’

‘Really? That’s such a kind offer, but listen, you’ll have to check with him first of all, see if he doesn’t mind.’

‘He absolutely won’t. He’s been going up the walls with boredom and you know what January is like – it’s probably just going to be one miserable raining day after another.’

‘Well, if he doesn’t mind, then it’d be great – thanks, Francine.’ Liv threw her arms around her boss. It really was the nicest gift she’d gotten in a long time.

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