But when Daphne pushed open the door she saw that Rosie was not with her nana, and she was not OK. Not in any way. Clothes were strewn all over the floor, posters ripped from the walls. Rosie was still wearing her pyjamas and holding torn pages of her book of designs; she loved that book of designs. They were her plans, her ideas, her creativity. She spent hours working on it. As Daphne watched, Rosie tore up another page. Let the ripped pieces of her future scatter onto the floor.

‘I just … I’m just checking in, love,’ Daphne said. ‘How are you?’

‘Everything is over.’

Rosie spoke sharply, her voice different, her expression closed. Daphne felt useless. This was worse than yesterday.

‘Where’s Kaz?’

Rosie shrugged.

Daphne tried to remember when she’d last seen him, but her mind went blank. He wasn’t at breakfast either, and she hadn’t seen him yesterday at all. Had he been out in the garden? Had he left the house?

‘Maybe he went to his parents?’

Rosie ripped another page. She looked destroyed, desperate. Painfully young. Daphne had always told her it was her choice – that being a young parent was a valid option. And it was, she still believed that. Besides, was there any age at which this would be easier?

‘If you like, we can go over there and check?’ she tried.

‘No,’ Rosie said.

Daphne felt a worry tugging at her chest, something worse than she had felt yesterday. Something worse than she’d felt a few minutes ago.

‘Where do you think he is?’

Rosie threw her book at the wall.

‘Who the hell knows! I told him to leave me alone, and so he’s gone.’

Eva often reminded herself of all the reasons why she no longer loved Piotr, but it had been a long time since she’d thought about the reasons that she loved him in the first place. Sitting next to him on the train, their legs beneath the table, their hands clasped around hot drinks, she wasn’t trying to avoid her memories any more. She just accepted the silence between them and let the train journey transport her.