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‘I asked her for a divorce, Alex. She’s got citizenship, now. She doesn’t need me.’

His breath mingles with mine in the chill air.

‘You don’t have to rescue me, Jack.’

‘Maybe I’m the one needs rescuing.’ He brushes a fallen leaf from my shoulder. ‘I’ll see you when you get back to London,’ he says.

It’s a promise. A fragile thread to the future.

Harriet cranes around me as I climb into the car, and the cortege starts to move. ‘Who’s that?’ she asks, watching Jack as he shambles away.

‘No one you know,’ I say.

My sister exchanges a look with Aunt Julie. There’s an air of complicity between them, and I know they’ve been talking about me.

I shiver, as if someone’s walked over my grave.

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