Two weeks back. London.
A week before that. London.
Then:
Month two of my new lifestyle. Still not a fan of seagulls.
Photo of Heath asleep in the blue beanie on the patio table.
Whitstable.
My thumb pauses.
I scroll further.
Heath on the windowsill with sea behind him.
Whitstable.
I sit up straighter.
Sophie is very quiet now.
Which I distrust more than her talking.
“You seeing it?” she asks.
I clear my throat.
“Seeing what?”
“Philip.”
“I see that he likes Whitstable.”
“Mmhm.”
“It is a nice place.”
“Keep scrolling.”
I do.
The dates sit under each post.
01 May.
01 June.
Today. 06 July.
My stomach drops.
No.
That cannot be deliberate.
Can it?
