58 Three weeks later
Wendy was jolted from her painkiller-induced light sleep by the sound of her doorbell. She barely registered the antiques auction programme on the TV before muting it, rising to her feet and heading slowly towards the front door.
She looked through the spyhole and recognised the person in front of her immediately. She opened the door.
‘Xav. What are you doing here?’ she said, her voice sounding strained.
‘I heard what happened to you. Well, that sounds stupid. Everyone heard what happened to you. But, I mean, I wanted to give you a bit of space and time after getting home before... Well, I just wanted to say hi.’
Wendy smiled and let out a small laugh. ‘Come in, Xav.’
He followed her inside, through the hallway and into the small but well-decorated living room.
