VI.I'm half-asleep on the sofa, and no longer really registering the blue flicker of the TV, when I hear the doorbell. I glance at the clock-one am. Who could be at the door in the middle of the b****y night?
I jump up and smooth down my hair as best I can, but I know I look exactly like I feel; like I've just woken up.
Well, tough. Whoever is here will just have to deal with it.
I open the door slightly with the chain on, and catch a glimpse of John. I immediately close the door again to take off the chain, then open it wide to let him in. He looks even more troubled than usual, and the smell of booze hangs heavy in the air.
"What the f**k, Cath!" He's slurring his words. "Why? Why do you toy with me?"
"Whoa. Not sure what you're talking about, John." I step back and watch as he come
