Rebecca didn’t even bother trying to stem the tears. And what was all that rubbish about it being nothing she had done, they just wanted different things? She wanted the same things as him, didn’t she? Three years wasted. Theirs was the first long-term relationship she’d been in, and now she had to sort through the rubble. He’d moved out until they could work out if they needed to sell the flat, or if she could afford to buy him out. He said no-one else was involved, but she didn’t know if she believed him. Men were rubbish at being on their own. Women took breakups far harder at the time, but got over them more easily in the long run. She had several male friends who had met someone else before breaking up with their current girlfriend, as they couldn’t be without a girlfriend, or at least had to have a successor in mind. Rebecca began to question the late nights he had worked, the football matches he’d played at, but then she’d found his clean kit in the hall. When quizzed on it, Ethan had said he’d had a spare in his locker.
