‘What are you doing here?’ I took a big step backward.

I could count the handful of times Ben ever visited. I shouldn’t have gone there, the few times it did it ended in her bedroom.

‘Can’t I come to check on you?’ Ben stepped in.

‘Yes, sorry. I just wasn’t expecting you.’ I closed the door behind him.

I washed my hair and hadn’t dried it very well. Water dripped down my back, soaking my dress. Ben wore tailored grey pants that stopped above his ankles, he carried a box of wine. Didn’t know the brand, but it sounded expensive. He wore a coat that ran down to his...