‘I can talk to Michael for you, if you want?’ she says. ‘I will. I’ll tell him he’s been unkind.’

‘Thank you. But really, I have to sort this out myself.’

‘How are you going to do that?’

‘I’m not sure yet, Risky. Can we just get this wedding tied up so I can work that out?’

‘Sure boss, whatever you need.’

Tommy gurgles next to me. It’s time for a feed. Risky takes him out of his bouncer and gives him to me. I unclip my bra and feed him.

‘I love him being here,’ Risky says. And I agree.

I couldn’t take another week of not being with my baby, or another week of feeling like Michael was doing me a favour by looking after him. Or another week of anything that is happening in my house. So I insisted Michael went back to work and, as there are no longer any meetings, there is no reason why Tommy can’t be with me in the office while Risky and I get this job completed.

‘I’m worried about Lauren,’ Risky says. And I agree because her radio Instagram silence is strange.

‘I’m sure she’s just recuperating. Heartbreak is terrible for anyone, let alone when the world’s making you out to be crazy,’ I say, stroking Tommy’s head.

‘I saw a pap shot of Gavin leaving their house this morning. He’s still living there. I wonder where she is.’

‘With her dad I’m sure. Hopefully nowhere near her mother.’

‘I hope not. She’s better off ditching that bitch. What an absolute horror of a woman she is.’

I’d hate to be a woman on the wrong side of Risky.

I never met any of Lauren’s friends. Maybe she doesn’t have any. A cliché of being rich and famous is that you are lonely, and I actually think that Lauren is exactly that stereotype. To think anyone presumed she had the perfect life. And then to be betrayed by her mother.

I’m ready to exit this world of celebrity drama now. My maternity leave is beginning. Just me and my baby, and my terrible marriage that I still have no idea if I can fix.

Or if I even want to.

‘We need to try and find her,’ Risky says, radiating a new enthusiasm that I don’t have the energy for right now. I’m tired, really, really tired.

‘Risky, they’re all grown-ups and they’ll all work this out. Lauren doesn’t need us.’

‘Of course she needs us, we saved her.’

Risky keeps saying that. I might get her a cape for Christmas so she can feel and look like the superhero she thinks she is. Whistleblowing on Gavin has put her firmly in place as a woman who will, at some point, save the world.