‘Fine.’ Matt scowls. ‘I’m just worried about you, that’s all. And I don’t…’ He shifts his gaze away from me for a moment. ‘I just don’t want you to do anything… not stupid, but… hasty. Not without talking it through first.’

He’s obviously talking about me wanting to report the Morrises to the police. ‘I’m not doing anything stupid or hasty. I’m just catching my breath. Talking to Robin last night was full on.’

‘Rachel…’ Matt starts chewing his lip. I know that look. I know I won’t like what he’s about to say.

‘What is it?’

‘I know this is all very sensitive, but what if we told my mum?’

‘No!’ I cut him off immediately. Matt is wonderful, but he does have this annoying habit of telling his mother everything. And if she finds out what happened, she’ll be round here, fussing over me like I’m some kind of invalid.

‘But she always gives really great advice, and it will be good for you to—’

‘Matt, I said no. I’ve only just confided in you and Robin. I can’t cope with any more people knowing about it.’ I also can’t stand the thought of the two of them discussing me behind my back. I know it will be well-meaning, but even so.

‘Okay, okay, I’m sorry.’ He really does look contrite now.

‘It’s all right.’ I cross the gap between us and wrap my arms around him, pressing my head against his chest.

‘I love you, Rach. All I want is to take away your pain.’

I step back from him again, a thought occurring to me. ‘Maybe you should have counselling too?’

‘Me? Why would I need counselling?’

‘Well, because, it’s been a shock for you, hasn’t it? You obviously want to talk about it, but I just can’t at the moment. It’s too emotional. It’s enough that I’ve started speaking to Robin.’

Matt looks dubious. ‘I’ll think about it. And I’ll really try not to pressure you any more. It’s only because I’m worried about you.’

‘I know. And don’t think I’m not grateful. I’m lucky to have you.’

‘Yeah, I’m such a catch.’ He buffs his nails on his sweatshirt.

I mock punch him. ‘I can just as soon change my mind, you know.’