Really? ‘Is that what this is about?’ I blink in shock at Mags’s reaction. ‘What you’ve done for me?’ Wearing my clothes without asking? Buying the same food as me, reading the same books as me, telling me I have no messages when people have called the house, standing at the end of my bed in the middle of the night?

‘I took care of you after you and Harry split up.’ Mags almost spits the words across the table at me. ‘You were a mess when you turned up on my doorstep, so convinced that Harry was going to kill you, you made me keep the chain on the door twenty-four/seven. You were covered in bruises; you had nothing – you didn’t even have a suitcase. You didn’t step foot outside the flat for the first two weeks – who was it who bought you food? Took care of you?’

‘Jesus, Mags.’ I shake my head, ready to get up and leave. I know she doesn’t want me to leave but this is a massive overreaction. ‘I am grateful to you, you know that. I’ve told you enough times. You’ve been a good friend to me, and of course I’m sad to be leaving the flat. It’s been my home, too; we’ve had some good times there. Just because I’m moving out doesn’t mean we don’t have to see each other anymore… but if this is how you feel maybe I should just go and collect the rest of my things.’ I push my chair back, but Mags shoots out a hand and grabs my wrist. I stare down at her hand, her pale, freckled skin, the dirty fingernails and say nothing.

‘I saw him,’ she whispers, her eyes never leaving mine.

My stomach does a slow roll and I have to swallow hard, as I sink back in to the hard, plastic chair. No soft leather chairs for the vegans. ‘Who?’ But I know who she’s going to say.

‘Harry,’ she says, still leaning in close to me, so close that I can feel her breath on my cheek. ‘I saw him.’

‘When? Where?’ A flutter of panic makes my words tumble out. I can’t believe he would have found me; I’ve been so careful. I think of the figure under the streetlamp outside Rupert’s. Could it have been him?

‘He was in The Savoy.’ Mags’s favourite pub. ‘It was not long after you started working for Rupert. I knew it was him from the pictures on your phone.’

‘Did you speak to him?’ I feel hot, uncomfortably so, and it’s as if all the air has been sucked out of the room.