I turn around to see Adrian partly sitting up in bed, staring at the wall ahead. I smile. ‘Morning.’ ‘Oh, yeah, morning, Amber.’ ‘What’s wrong?’ I sit up concerned. ‘I, oh God it’s such a mess.’ He puts his head in his hands. ‘Oh, my God, you still love her, don’t you?’ I wrap the duvet tight around me. ‘No, it’s not that, it’s… oh, I don’t know how to explain it. It’s the lies, so many lies.’ ‘Well talk to me about it. I’m here, I’ll listen.’ ‘No, no. I need time to think.’ He swings out of bed and gathers his clothes. ‘What are you doing?’ ‘I’m sorry, Amber, I need to go.’ ‘What?’ I get out of bed, pushing my feet into my slippers and slip my robe on. ‘Please, can you stay a minute and tell me what’s going on?’ ‘No, I can’t. Please, give me some time, okay? I’m going to work this out in my head and after I’ll come and talk to you, I promise.’ ‘So will you be at the dinner tomorrow?’ ‘I don’t know.
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