Jen stared at the receipt. Ferry ticket x 2. 2 x fish & chips, 2 x 175ml Champagne. Total, £29.50, 15-May-2023, 6:43. The Champagne, that was the giveaway, really.
The book had been on the doorstep with a note when she returned from the school run. ‘Thanks for the loan of the book. Em xx.’ Jen had tossed it on to the kitchen table with the car keys and it had slipped to the floor, pages fluttering open to release the improvised book mark.
Emma, her lifelong friend, who had been there through school, college, first boyfriends, weddings, christenings. Lovely Emma, still slim and attractive, not overweight and mumsy, and in need of a good cut and colour. Emma, the career girl, who had worked her way up to senior…
