I didn’t know where I was going to when I set off, but found myself heading toward Nantwich, a little market town about forty miles from home. I hadn’t been there for months and for a while I walked along the narrow streets, looking at the shops and wishing I had the money to buy something. I was happy to leave that job but I had to find something else now.

As I walked down the street toward the market square, I saw a café that I hadn’t noticed before. At the front of the shop was a counter where customers could buy cakes and homemade bread, then there was a seating area beyond. The café area was pretty empty but looked warm and welcoming. There was a bookshop next door and I went in to buy the latest Kate Atkinson novel that I’d just seen reviewed in the papers, then returned to the café and sat at the back at a table on my own.

I sent Tom a message:

Any interest in the house?

He replied pretty quickly: There have been a few viewers over the last couple of days. I’ll let you know how it goes, if you’re sure you want to sell x

I wondered whether he wanted to sell. Whether he wanted me back. I could see the man I used to love now. If he stayed like that, I knew I could be happy with him.

Another text came through.

Are you OK for money? Let me know if you need anything x

I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want him to know how little I had and how worried I was. I’d always been proud that I’d supported myself; now wasn’t the time to lose my independence.

The waitress came over and I made my order, preoccupied with how to respond to Tom’s message. Just as she turned away, the door opened and Harry walked in.

CHAPTER 58

Ruby

I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

He stood making conversation with the woman behind the counter. He said something to her and she burst out laughing. He was like that. Everyone was charmed by him. I stayed still, not wanting to draw attention to myself. I was so aware of him it seemed as though my whole body was buzzing. Alert. For a moment I forgot how he’d treated me; all I could feel was relief that I’d seen him again, that he was alive and well. Then a surge of anger rose in me and I wanted to punch his lights out for what he’d done to me.

He seemed to be choosing boxes of cakes. I heard him say, “I need a couple of dozen. Mix them up but make sure there are a few éclairs or there’ll be a fight,” and his voice was so familiar that my throat ached.