I watched her leave the room, Arthur in her arms. She was dressed down in jeans and a baggy sweatshirt, her hair up in a messy ponytail. No Frederick forcing her into immaculate clothing. No Frederick overtaking every part of her life. It hadn’t been a marriage, it’d been a dictatorship. And she was now free.

I thought of Peppa, George and Daddy Pig. All had planned covert meetings. All had things they wanted hidden. Real life came with its own set of challenges. But the people we went into battle with should be the ones that lifted us up. We needed to stand side by side and feel like there was nothing we couldn’t do together. You didn’t want to have to worry they were working for the other side. That they were keeping secrets from you. That they had found another teammate.

I loved Will. I wanted to be with him. There might be times when I didn’t appreciate him. And he didn’t appreciate me. But we were still good together. I was happy with him. He was my family. And if having my head briefly turned by a charming but ultimately sociopathic colleague had showed me anything, it was: don’t ever underestimate what you have at home.

Camilla came back downstairs holding the monitor. The strains of a lullaby could be heard playing through it.

Naomi and Camilla were both now going it alone and they were better for it. I thought of Kate. Of her and George Pig walking down the street, hands clasped. That’s what it was about. Finding someone who put your happiness above theirs. It wasn’t about the big gestures and the grand declarations of love. It was fighting unseen battles for them. Knowing what was better for them than they did. When the lights went out and before sleep came, you wanted the person next to you to be on your team. Rage, fear, hurt, loneliness. They shouldn’t be in the marital bed. A partnership was meant to make your life better. It was meant to give you more joy than pain.

We bid Camilla and Florence goodbye at the doorway.

As we reached the car, I turned back and saw Camilla pick Florence up in her arms. The girl nuzzled into her neck as she closed the door. They were going to be OK. It was only going to get better from now on.