LAINE

I RUSH out through the college gates, sighing in relief to find his car in the usual spot. I throw myself into the passenger seat, full of sorry explanations.

I’m an idiot! I forgot my phone! I rushed out and left it there, right there by the bedside table! I’m so sorry. I’m an idiot. I’m an idiot. I’m an idiot.

He doesn’t say a word, just reverses the Mercedes out of the space and heads for home.

I don’t know what else I can say, so I say nothing, just tap my fingers on my lunchbox.

I wish he’d go crazy and tell me how angry he is,...