I keep telling myself that my contribution to Katie’s emotional recovery was crucial. To the untrained eye, it may have appears that Scott waltzed in and transformed her from a gibbering wreck to a triumphant feminist. But I definitely laid the foundations.
“How’s Katie?” asks Scott, after he returns from his morning run and fills a pint glass from the tap.
“She’s still rather fragile,” I take a bite of my slimming bread toast. It tastes rotten and as though it may have been on the floor for a while. But it will help me lose weight. “I think it will be a long time before she turns the page on Ryan.”
“Really?” Scott wipes the sweat from his brow and downs half the glass. “That’s a shame. I hope she picks herself up soon.”
“Hmm,” I say as I take a big gulp of coffee. If I’m honest I’ve
