I knew Daphne finished her shift at 5 p.m., just before the pub reopened for the evening. She was usually home by five thirty.

But five thirty came and went and she still wasn’t back.

It was dark by then, although the reflection from the snow diluted it. It was a clear night and I could see the stars in the sky and the shadowy shape of the woods encompassing us.

‘Where Daffy?’ you asked, as I grilled our fish fingers. Usually Daphne would eat with us and you looked longingly at her empty chair and the placemat she always used, the one with big purple flowers.

‘She should be back soon,’ I said, trying to keep my voice light when really I felt heavy with dread. What if something bad had happened to her? What if Joel, angry at her rebuttal, had hurt her? My past experience flashed through my mind and I shuddered at the thought she could be going through something similar.

After waiting a further hour I couldn’t bear it any longer. I took you over to Joyce and Roy’s house and asked if they could look after you until I got back. They were delighted to have you, as I knew they would be, even though I didn’t want to leave you. But I couldn’t stop thinking that Daphne was somewhere, in trouble. And then I trudged through the dirty, slushy snow to the pub. It stood out like a beacon against the dark woods behind, its fairy lights strung outside and the amber-yellow glow beaming from the windows, reflecting onto the pavement. The nearby river looked black and menacing and I had visions that Daphne had fallen in. No, I told myself. She had no need to walk over the bridge. That’s the opposite direction from Skelton Place. I shivered in my coat as I walked nearer to the pub. I tried to peer through the leaded windows, but it was hard to make out features, just shapes of people clustered around the bar. I thought she might have stayed and had a drink, although she usually came straight home. To us. And then I wondered if maybe she fancied Joel after all, despite what she’d told me. I felt a thud of disappointment in her then. After everything we’d said, the promises we’d made about men. About not needing them in our lives. How, from now on, we would stick together. I thought, I’d hoped, she was like me.

I took a deep breath to steady my nerves, ready to confront Joel.

‘Rose.’

I spun around. A figure lurked by the bushes near the bridge.

A woman stepped out of the shadows but she didn’t look like Daphne. She had short hair cut in a chestnut brown pixie crop.

I gasped as she stepped into the light. It was Daphne. Her long blonde hair was all gone.