No kisses. No fluff. Hopefully that would get her attention and elicit a response.

Noah stirred, then Louisa heard the revving up he did just prior to crying. She left the laptop open and went to his nursery to fetch him. He’d slept on the bus home from town, so she couldn’t complain – he’d given her a few hours of peace.

As she walked back into the lounge with Noah’s cries piercing her ears, Louisa glanced at the laptop. At the photo she’d clicked on before going upstairs.

She squinted. Now, standing further away, she noticed that what she’d thought was dark background was in fact a person behind the three women who were ‘dancing’ in the forefront of the picture.

‘Shhh, Noah,’ she said, bouncing him in her arms while she stepped closer.

The figure, a woman in a below-the-knee black dress, was blurred – caught as she was walking. Louisa blinked repeatedly, as if that would help focus the photo. It didn’t. But what she could see was the woman’s tanned legs.

Black dress. Tanned legs.

Noah’s cries intensified. ‘Okay, okay, baby. Milk’s coming.’

As quickly as she could, Louisa warmed a bottle of milk. Rushing back in to the lounge she sat at the table and shoved the teat in Noah’s mouth to stop the high-pitched scream. With one leg crossed over the other, Louisa balanced Noah so she could feed him and still have one hand free. Now she knew there was one photo, she had to search for others – hopefully there’d be one that was in better focus. Maybe even one of Melissa with Oliver.

There were no other pictures that Louisa had been tagged in, but there were likely to be more on others’ Facebook pages from people she hardly knew and who wouldn’t, despite having gone to her party, have thought to include Louisa in the tagging process.

She started with the obvious friends.

Tiff had loads of photos – mostly of her and random men from the bar it seemed, but there were several of people sitting at the upstairs tables eating the buffet food. Louisa smiled – there was actually a good one of Brian holding Noah, with Emily by his side. They’d been caught without their knowledge, and it was a beautiful shot of them deep in conversation. Louisa clicked on it and selected ‘download’. After flicking through the rest of Tiff’s photos, she realised Melissa wasn’t in any of them.

On to the next ‘friend’. Deana, one of the women Louisa had met at an antenatal clinic who’d been further on in her pregnancy than her, had only posted five photos. Louisa scrolled quickly through them not expecting anything. Lurching forwards to get a closer look, Louisa knocked the bottle from Noah’s mouth. Milk leaked onto her jeans.

‘Dammit.’