Jeffrey was away on a school rugby trip. Betsy was at a sleepover with Amber, and she really was at a sleepover with Amber, and not off riding Tyler, because I’d checked with Amber’s mum. And where was Ryan? I hadn’t heard from him all day, so I could only assume he was at work. I opened a bottle of wine and tried to read but I couldn’t concentrate. I thought about ringing Karen or Zoe, but I didn’t know how to put my peculiar feelings into words. It was nearly ten when Ryan came home and went straight up the stairs. I heard him thumping about, then came the sound of the shower running. Eventually he came down and into the front room. ‘Any wine?’ he asked, staring at his phone in his hand. I gave him a glass and said, ‘How was your day?’ ‘My day,’ he said, still looking at the phone, ‘was fucking shite.’ ‘Was it?’ Clicking out a text he said, ‘All my days are fucking shite. I fucking hate my life.’ A slow prickle lifted the hairs at the nape of my neck.
What do You think about The Woman Who Stole My Life?
