GRACE
The next day I get Tom to take me home so I can change and update Tess. I’ve yet to speak to her and, after Tom’s call last night, she must be worried sick. Heart in my throat, I ring Max on the way. There’s been no change in James’ condition overnight and I don’t know whether that’s good or bad.
“It’s good,” Tom assures me, and I believe him because I have to.
Back in my flat, I end up crying again the moment I see Tess. Through the haze of tears I don’t notice Lucy sitting on the new sofa until I’ve relayed the last twenty-four hours to Tess. “Oh…hi,” I mumble, my gaze lingering on that damn sofa. The sight of it gives me a heavy feeling in my stomach. Maybe if I hadn’t brought it up, started the argument in James’ office, he wouldn’t have broken down, he wouldn’t have tried t
