“Celia, I really need to talk to you and a phone text isn’t the best way to do it. Would you please answer your phone?” I listened to the message Becky had left for me on voicemail the next morning and groaned.

I’d avoided her for so long. She didn’t seem to be happy that I was with Keith and she’d texted me a few times to ask me to come to the diner with her. And every time I wanted to reply to her I felt like a naughty little schoolgirl, who would be told off by their mom for doing all the things that I did with Keith....