He nodded. “I’d noticed that. You were always different when he wasn’t there. Mum told me he wasn’t nice to her at all. She had to get Granny and Granddad to move in before he’d leave.” He laughed. “You know what they’re like. She said he left straightaway after that.”

I remembered Belinda’s parents from one of Josh’s birthday parties. They had a brisk, no-nonsense air about them and I could see why Tom would want to avoid them. “Can you remember that, sweetheart?”

He shook his head. “No, I can’t remember him living with us. Not really.”

I hated to see him look so down, so I changed the subject and asked what he’d been up to lately. He brightened up and told me about a girl he liked now; a group of his friends were talking about flying to Budapest for a music festival in August and he wanted to ask her if she’d like to come along. Sitting there in my living room talking to Josh as darkness fell, I was the happiest I’d been since I left home. The best times in my marriage were spent with him, when he and I were alone together and we’d talk about books and movies and the girls that he fancied. And then Tom would come in and I’d pretend I was reading and Josh would grunt and we both knew Tom was happier thinking we didn’t have much of a relationship without him there.

“You’re not wearing your Fitbit,” he said.

“No.” I rubbed my wrist at the memory of it. “I don’t wear it now. It was driving me crazy.”

“I’m glad,” he said. “I don’t know how you stood it, having him check up on you like that.”

“He wanted me to be fit and healthy.” I spoke automatically and caught myself. Why was I justifying what he’d done? “Anyway, I’m going running now and I’m not drinking. I’m fine.”

“Not drinking? You had a bottle of wine in your hand when I got here!”

I laughed. “Work was tough today.” I wanted to tell him about the women I was working with, but didn’t want to tell him I was fired from Sheridan’s. “I broke my own rule.”

“Do you have Find My Friends on your phone?” he asked suddenly.

“I’ve no idea.” I swear I never feel as old as I do when I’m talking to Josh. “What is it?”

“It’s an app that allows someone to check where you are. Or where your phone is. Same thing, really. It’s in case your phone goes missing.”

“I don’t think so. I didn’t put it on.”

“Can I check?”

I stared at him. “What for? What makes you think I have it?”