Chapter Twelve“Are you missing him?” The question had been deployed in a teasing, light-hearted manner, but Juliette felt an actual twist in her gut at the mention of him.
“Yes, I'm missing him,” she carried on scribbling notes in her A4 pad, quelling the urge to check her phone yet again.
Ben hadn't texted her yet today, but he had messaged her yesterday to tell her he was participating in a team bonding exercise. A day when grown men got to run around with plastic guns, firing paint at their opponents. She explained this to her sister Marie, who chortled, “sounds fun to me.”
It was Sunday evening, Molly was watching a film with her brother in his room and Juliette and Marie were sharing a bottle of wine and had just consumed a takeaway. It was quiet and peaceful, until Marie decided t
