“Yes, but nothing came through. Just a second, I’m trying to think . . .” I sat quietly, thinking back to the day I’d left Tom. I’d muted my phone, not wanting to be distracted by messages. “I checked my phone while I was waiting for Tom to come home. There were no messages at all.”

“But if he saw it first and deleted it, the notification would disappear off your phone,” Harry said. “What if he read it on the train and deleted it straightaway?”

“But that would mean he knew I was leaving him.”

•   •   •

The moment I said it, I knew it was true. Everything fell into place, the way Tom hadn’t shouted at me, hadn’t argued. And hadn’t asked whether I was involved with anyone else.

He knew.

And since I’d left him, everything had gone wrong.

My mind raced as I thought back to the conversation that night. “I wondered why he didn’t ask why I was leaving.”

“Why did he think you were going?”

“I just told him I was unhappy. I was. He knew I was. I’d told him a hundred times.”

“Didn’t he seem surprised?”

I thought back to that day, the way Tom had reacted. “You know, he didn’t. But I thought that was because he knew I was unhappy. And since then he’s been lovely to me. I thought he’d learned a lesson when I left. That he missed me.”

The thing was that I’d been so glad to get out of the house that I hadn’t given his reaction another thought and then, as soon as I got to the hotel, all I could think about was Harry.

But now I remembered seeing the iPad in his briefcase before I left home. It was on show in his bag, like a huge red flag that was waving at me, and I hadn’t understood the significance. He must have loved that.

And then I realized something else. If Tom had been reading my e-mails, he’d know about the jobs I’d applied for. I cringed. He would have seen the contract between the landlord and me; he would know where I lived, where I worked. He’d said nothing.

I looked at Harry. I really wanted to talk to him, to tell him about the things that had happened since I’d left home. I wanted his help. But how could I trust him now?

I believed him when he said he’d e-mailed me. I should have realized he’d do that. And I could understand why he’d stayed with Emma, hard though that was to accept. But ultimately he’d let me down. He wasn’t the man I’d thought he was.

CHAPTER 61

Ruby