Chapter 3: BetrayalI arrived at work the next day in an odd sense of heightened well-being. I had left Robbie in my bed, asleep and looking positively angelic, only writing a note that he should feel free to raid the fridge and use the stereo if he wished.
Work has the benefit of occupying the mind, keeping one focused on the everyday routine, but today it wasn’t easy. I kept wondering what Robbie was doing right now, and whether he might still be there when I got home. I managed to fight off the urge to phone home—knowing that he probably wouldn’t have picked up anyway—and to leave early.
I got some work done, but never quite had my full attention on it. For, when I wasn’t thinking of Robbie, of how wonderful it had felt, him next to me in bed, cuddling—somehow that seemed far more impo
