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I feel completely and utterly betrayed. I give myself a headache as I start to walk home, my teeth grinding together as I think about the burning injustice of what’s just happened. How dare he go behind my back like that? What right does he have to call Maisie and speak to her without letting me know about it? What was he hoping to achieve?
And when did he make that call? Was it before we tried following Toby Sheridan home from work? Between then and our night out? Was he happily enjoying a few drinks with me, knowing that he’d already grassed me up to my therapist? Or was it something he did afterwards, having decided that I was too nutty to hang around with after all?
As much as I try to force it from my mind, I keep playing through the conversation in my mind, imagining what might
