After I’d seen a sullen and uncommunicative Anna to bed, we went upstairs to avoid Nadia and Lucas’s jibes to each other. ‘It’s only nine o’clock.’ Ethan lay on top of the bed, rigid, like a corpse. ‘I feel like a prisoner here, too. It’s like we’re in limbo. I can’t stay here anymore. I need my own space.’I felt the same. The only one who was enjoying being at Nadia’s was Poppy. ‘What about Anna, though?’ I asked. ‘You said we’d stay until the weekend. This is a lot for her to handle. Just give it a few more days.’ I lay on my side facing him, propping my head up with the palm of one hand. I twined my fingers through his. He stared down at them as if they were something foreign. He sighed. ‘OK.’I stroked the stubble on his cheeks. He hadn’t shaved in days, and it was flecked with grey now. ‘Are you growing a beard?’ I laughed, trying to lighten the mood. ‘I hate beards. Especially grey ones.’ Where the Memories Lie‘What about Sean Connery?
