“Lulu!” Camilla calls out. “Come and say goodbye and thank you.”

I let Stuart show them out, holding back so as not to appear possessive. It’s hard, especially when I overhear Camilla telling Louise on the way out to “wait in the car please, darling.”

I clear away the glasses and open the menu of Stuart’s favorite takeout place on my phone. I order his usual—Madras—and an eggplant curry for me. While waiting for him to return (how long can it take to say goodbye, it’s taking all of my self-control not to eavesdrop), it dawns on me that I really only have one choice.

Through therapy, I’ve learned to control the things I can and to try to accept the things I can’t. (Well, kind of, it’s not always that easy or simple, if I’m honest.) I’ve plenty of places left to dig. I’m in the perfect position to find out what Camilla is trying to hide from me, and in doing so, I’ll find out exactly what Nina’s emails really meant. If I’m to integrate into my new life, I need to be aware of all the facts. Something about the way Camilla is behaving is off-kilter, and I will get to the bottom of it.

I rummage through my purse and pull out a coffee-chain loyalty card. It’s the best I can come up with. I head for the front door.

Stuart and Camilla stop talking as soon as they see me approach them.

“Did you drop this?” I say to Camilla, handing her the card.

She barely glances at it. “No.”

The three of us stand still.

“Perhaps we can all go boating come spring?” says Stuart.

“Definitely,” I say. “The kids would love it.”

I smile my enthusiasm, too, even though it seems odd to be making spring plans before we’ve even celebrated Christmas. I’ve been missing an opportunity here, I realize. I love being out on the water. It’s a hobby of Stuart’s I can embrace. It will do us all good.

“Not for us, thanks,” says Camilla.

“Oh?” says Stuart.

“Seasickness,” she adds.

“You or Lulu?” he says.

“Both.”

Times change. Some of our happiest moments in Ibiza were on Stuart’s friend’s speedboat.

“I’ll call you,” Camilla says to Stuart, touching his arm. “So nice to see you again. Nina would be proud of the way you’re dealing with things.”

Like she would know!

“Poor Louise must be absolutely freezing in the car!” I say.

There’s something I’m not quite grasping. Some of what Nina confided to me toward the end didn’t make total sense. I thought it did while I was emotionally caught up in the moment, but later—once it was too late—I realized that I hadn’t really understood what she meant. (Kind of like being introduced to someone at a party, who tells you what they do for a living, which makes perfect sense at the time, but when you next meet them, it dawns that you really have no idea.) Perhaps Nina had known that Camilla was planning to move back and feared her intentions around Stuart? Leopards, spots and all that.