‘I knew there was something about him.’
‘You never said.’
‘Doesn’t mean I didn’t think it.’ She tried to catch his eye but he looked away, took a sip of tea and set the mug back down on the bedside table.
‘I just had a feeling,’ she said, not insisting. It was a relief to be speaking about it after all the not speaking about it. It was Saturday morning; they’d got the phone call on Wednesday night. Since then: more phone calls and work and drink and trying to think of something else, forgetting sometimes for a couple of minutes at a time but always remembering then.