Well? Didn’t I?’Sasha was standing so close that every time she spoke, Hannah felt a fine spray of spittle on her cheek that she had to refrain from wiping off. Sasha was swaying while she talked, and her hazel eyes were hard and bright and glinted under the overhead lights. At first, Hannah had wondered if Sasha could be on something. That is, something more than the four or five vodka tonics she’d already downed. Then she’d remembered the antidepressants. Weren’t you supposed to avoid alcohol when you were taking those?The evening hadn’t started well when Sasha had turned up at the flat, dressed for their night out in a black, skin-tight bodycon dress with soaring heels and more make-up than Hannah had ever seen her wear. Josh had been noticeably taken aback when she arrived. He’d started talking really loudly and fast, which he always did when he was nervous. Normally, Hannah found it endearing, but this evening it just irritated her. ‘No need to shout,’ she’d said.
