Ryan's Mercedes Benz slows down and he enters a code at the gate. I recall what transpired after Nimo realised I remembered her. The raw shock and shame on her face. And the innocent look of smitten Oliver. He had no idea. Poor guy! As I left I told her to end it with Oliver or I will.

"Here we are," Ryan says joyously.

His house bleeds opulence. It is humongous like the term itself. A castle to call it. Well trimmed garden. A grand driveway and a statue of Mary, mother of Jesus. A religious family, I may say.

He takes my hand in his. A familiar wave of...