For so many years, she’d believed she was in love with Adam. When he’d first got together with Vivienne, it had been painful but Clodagh had found a way to accept that her feelings weren’t reciprocated. In the months and years that followed the crash, her friendship with Adam had taken on special significance. He was the only part of her old life that she had left; she didn’t want to lose that. Then, when they finally got together, she’d never stopped to ask herself if this was still what she wanted.

The longer she spent with him, the more she realised there were aspects of his personality she didn’t like. He was still the kind, funny and clever person he’d been when she first got to know him. But he was also self-centred, and giddily excited about his new celebrity status. His obsession with book sales, reviews, and appearing on TV and radio was wearing her down. It had crossed Clodagh’s mind, more than once, to wonder if Vivienne’s fame was the real reason Adam had been so drawn to her.

He was awake when she came out of the en suite. Sitting up in bed, scrolling through his phone, updating his social media accounts and no doubt looking for favourable mentions of his latest project.

‘See this?’ He held the phone out while she got dressed. ‘Johnny Marsden in the bloody Telegraph this morning, describing my new TV show as a pointless platform for a pointless celebrity. Arsehole. Just because his own Arts programme flunked so badly last year. He’s jealous, plain and simple.’

‘I thought you never let negative comments get to you?’ Clodagh said, recalling what he’d said in a radio interview last week.

‘You’re right.’ He put the phone down. ‘Sorry. I shouldn’t get upset. But I work so hard at this, Clodagh. I wouldn’t mind a bit of recognition every now and then. People like Marsden, they think I get all this stuff handed to me on a plate, which simply isn’t fair.’

He was right about the amount of work he did. Clodagh hadn’t realised, until they moved in together, just how hard he worked at being a celebrity. The sheer amount of effort it took was a complete eye-opener. She finished getting dressed, desperate to get into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. Until she remembered you weren’t meant to drink caffeine when you were pregnant. Which left her wondering how on earth she was going to drag her exhausted mind and body through the day without it.

‘Are you okay?’ Adam asked.

‘Fine. A bit tired, that’s all. I didn’t sleep very well last night so I’m feeling grumpy this morning.’

He threw the quilt back and got out of bed, coming over and wrapping his arms around her.