Chapter 98
- I followed him into the living room, sitting next to him on the sofa. He placed his orange juice on the coffee table but took a whisky bottle from down the side. He swigged a shot back before offering it to me. I shook my head.
- “I’m still married, Rosie. On paper, anyway. I have, had, a family, back in Oxford.”
- The thought was surprisingly weird like it punched me. I felt bizarrely jealous.