CHAPTER EIGHT
It was a rainy Tuesday evening in North London. Trudy was sitting at her usual table in her local wine bar. She had a bottle and two glasses in front of her; she was patiently waiting for Lucy. She glanced towards the entrance, but her friend still hadn’t arrived. All she saw were giant raindrops rolling down the glass door.
‘Where is she?’ she wondered. She was impatient for Lucy to turn up; she wanted to share her news. She’d spent the night at Justin’s place last night, for the first time.
Finally, headlight beams flashed across the window. She looked out as an Uber pulled up in the deserted street. She watched the interior light come on and saw Lucy pay the driver. Then the car door opened, and with upturned collar, her friend scurried into the bar.
“Sorry,” she mouth
