Janie closed her Pinterest board, her fingers hovering over the computer’s keyboard. What she really wanted to do was dive into something she had forbidden herself, but parties, and Harry, and a long stretch of the day ahead before she had to pick up the girls, had left her feeling low. And what better place to go to, when you’re already feeling like life can’t get any worse, she thought sarcastically, than opening up Facebook?

The site pinged into life and Janie typed his name into the search bar, her gaze drifting down the profiles until she came to the third Miles Morgan. She felt the same twinge that she had the last time she’d looked at his face. He hadn’t changed one bit.

Clicking on his page, Janie took in the information, looking for what, she wasn’t quite sure. A wife? Kids? What he was doing now? That he was still safely tucked away in London?

There was no sign of children in any of his pictures, most of which were of Miles in various luxurious locations, some with a group of men, others with a woman. Janie zoomed in closer on a photo of her. Pretty, long dark hair, deep-brown eyes and a figure to die for, in her tight tops and skinny jeans or shorts. She could be twenty years younger than Miles.

She wondered what version of Miles this woman saw, and whether any of it was the truth. Had he told her what he’d done? Somehow Janie doubted it.

Holding a hand over her knotted stomach, Janie tried to make sense of what she was feeling. But as Miles Morgan stared back from her computer screen, nothing came to her and eventually she deleted her search, so that no one could find it, and closed down the laptop.

Miles wasn’t in her life any more. She didn’t need to see him ever again. And as she reminded herself of this fact she felt some relief, because it was one thing to look at him on her screen, but the thought of coming face-to-face with him sent a shiver down Janie’s spine.

When Harry got home from the gym, Janie could tell he was wrestling with something. She could see it in the way he rubbed at his chin, his attention only half on the girls as they talked about going to the cinema that afternoon, and the film they particularly wanted to see. It still surprised her how keen Ella, in particular, always was to share everything with her father, when Janie got little more than a grunt from her when she tried asking questions.

Now, as she watched their interchange, she wondered if the girls found Harry attentive, because she could tell his response was vague, his eyes blank. As soon as there was a pause in the conversation he picked up his mobile, and eventually the girls left to play outside.