Katy is still very quiet, and I know that her internal dialogue has taken over, just as it did with me. Sunday is the day Jack used to pick up Charlie and Laura, and is no doubt the day he usually gets Jamie. I was so busy rehearsing what I would say to him, and how I would fit everything in to meet his demands, that I could go days without talking to anyone. My office door, which used to be open, was firmly shut. I’d make lists and tick them off in work time. I had a special calendar on my phone, on which I marked off all the aspects of his life that he told me about when he dropped the kids off – just in case I needed to take them into account.

He demanded that he was the centre of everything, and now the same thing is going on here. Katy sits down and I broach the subject.

‘Want to talk about it?’

She half smiles, but it’s flat.

‘Is it that obvious?’

I’m so used to hating everyone, the dubious mistrust that Jack lulled me into, that I’m finding it hard to say what I need to. But I have to. I bite the bullet.

‘Yeah, it is. Look, Katy, things aren’t easy for either of us. We both need some time to process this. But I can help you. Or even just be here for you. I wanted revenge, but, you know, it’s in the past. For me. But if you don’t want to …’

She picks Jamie up and he begins to fall asleep on her lap. She waits until he’s dropped off then lies the cute little man down beside her on the sofa.

‘I told him he couldn’t see Jamie until further notice. I’m worried what he’s going to do now.’

‘What can he do? He’s not really in a position to do anything. He’s threatening to sue everyone on Twitter. What can he do?’

She looks surprised.

‘But I feel like I’m in danger. Like he’s holding all the cards.’

That’s how I felt. I remember yesterday’s revelation, Paula telling me I was still invested, and give Katy the benefit of it.

‘Of course you do. That’s how he’s trained you. It’s classical conditioning. He’s got you believing that he’s right and rewarding you with things that he should be doing as a matter of fucking course.’ I look at Jamie. ‘Sorry. Sorry about the language. I can’t help it. I’m just … just … angry.’

She pauses and I think she’s going to close up, but she doesn’t.

‘So, that guy – the one who was arrested for the pictures. Who is he?’