He couldn’t work out why she’d seemed so angry with him, almost as if she assumed he’d given Sarah the old slept-with-once, never-called-again routine – but surely she’d have told Grace that hadn’t been the case? Though while Sarah hadn’t seemed that happy to see him either, she also hadn’t seemed that happy, full stop. Admittedly, Saturday morning supermarket shopping was never the most fun of activities, but surely doing anything with your fiancé a week before your wedding should at least put a smile on your face? He realised he might be clutching at straws. Trying to see problems where there weren’t any. But straws were all he had at the moment, and as he hurried along Tanner Street, he realised he’d grab frantically onto as many as he could if it gave him the slightest chance of getting Sarah back. Passing the funky new warehouse conversions that overlooked the viaduct, he rounded the corner into Riley Road and walked into the old factory building.
