Chapter 9
“Come on, I know you’re in there.”
Paul thought if he didn’t answer, Sandy would go away.
“Paul! Open this bloody door! If I have to stand here all evening I will.” The banging continued.
It had been three days since his disastrous visit to Trevor’s. Paul had driven home, though he had no memory of making the journey. After drawing the curtains he’d sunk into an armchair. Apart from visits to the bathroom and making cups of hot chocolate, the only thing he knew he could keep down, he hadn’t moved.
“I’m sure your neighbours will have something to say if I start stripping off all my clothes out here.”
Dimly Paul realised Sandy probably meant what she said. Most of him didn’t care. Trevor, the man who had invaded his thoughts more and more of late, was lost to him. He had come
