I was too hungry to shower before I ate, so I quickly put together some chicken and salad for dinner and took it into the living room. An e-mail notification pinged on my phone; it was just something from the local beauty salon offering a discount on treatments. I deleted it. The e-mailed tickets from Tom were now top of the list. I reread it. They had cost nearly £400. He’d known how much I loved those live shows. We’d never been to the Royal Albert Hall and had always gone to smaller places in Liverpool and Manchester, but he would have known how much I’d love to go there. And three tickets. Did he think he and I would go there with Josh? The show was at Christmas. Did he think we’d be back together by then?

For the tenth time I read his message.

I was in Scotland this weekend visiting my brother. He sends his love.

So do I.

x

The phone rang in my hand, making me jump. It was Tom: a video call. I panicked that by rereading his e-mail I’d conjured him up. Hastily I ran my hands over my hair, pushed my plate away, and straightened my back.

“Hi,” he said. “Just wanted to check in on you, make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine.” I don’t know why I felt so nervous. “Thank you for the tickets. That was really kind of you.”

“You’re welcome. It should be a great night.” Again, I wondered whether he thought he’d be there with me.

“Why are we on a video call?”

He smiled. “I just wanted to see you, honey.”

“Honey? You haven’t called me that for years.”

He seemed nervous when he smiled and said, “I realize that, Ruby. I think I got a bit lost. Didn’t appreciate you enough. Being here on my own is making me think about things.”

I kept quiet; I wasn’t used to this version of Tom.

“I haven’t seen you for weeks,” he added. “You look great.”

In the corner of my screen I could see exactly what he could see. My hair was tangled and damp from running and I hadn’t put any makeup on since early that morning. I didn’t bother to answer him but realized at least I wasn’t apologizing for the way I looked.

“You’ve lost weight,” he said, and smiled at me. “It suits you.”

As soon as he complimented me I lit up. I couldn’t help it; I always did it, like someone who was desperate for approval. He was right; I had lost quite a lot of weight over the past few weeks, though I wouldn’t recommend the way I’d lost it to anyone.