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Worn out by my recent anxieties, I stayed at home that evening and didn’t learn about Hannah’s disappointment until the following day when I arrived at work to find her looking dreadful. She refused to look at me with her bloodshot eyes, and was uncharacteristically silent as she stood with her back to me, busying herself at the oven. We had always shared our problems, but she dismissed my questions with a wave of her hand, insisting that she was fine. Obviously something was amiss, and I urged her to confide in me, but she shook her head.
‘I told you, there’s nothing wrong,’ she said, stubbornly facing the oven.
‘And I told you, I don’t believe you.’ I hesitated. ‘This hasn’t got anything to do with Adam, has it?’
Hannah drew in a breath sharply and didn’t answer.
‘Come on, Ha
