A moth is trapped between the bulb and the shade. I hear the muted thuds as it throws its body back and forth in frantic attempts to escape. I know the feeling. ‘And me?’ I ask, my voice shaking, as I stand frozen by the window, my arms folded. ‘Why didn’t someone call me, tell me? You had no rig...
“What’s going on?” he demands, grabbing at Pup’s collar. “Nothing. I just brought the grouse over.” She slips outside, closing the door behind her. “I had no idea you’d left.” Ian says, letting go of the straining dog as Julie bends down to calm him...