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Tom steps inside the house with his suitcase, and I have to admit he’s doing a great job of looking confused.
‘What’s this all about?’ he asks, putting his case down in the hall. ‘What’s going on?’
‘I’ve been doing a lot of thinking recently, Tom. I don’t think we’re right for each other. I think we should go our separate ways.’
He looks at me for a few moments as this registers with him. ‘This is about the night of the wedding, isn’t it?’ he asks.
‘What about it?’ I say, remembering there are two recording devices that could pick up a confession here.
He ignores my question. ‘Did you get the locks changed?’
‘They’re my locks. I wasn’t feeling safe after I had my phone stolen, so I wanted to upgrade my security.’
‘You had them changed to keep me out, didn’t you?’
‘Don’t be ridi
