I walked up to her flat with her—one of the things Hugh had asked me to do whenever possible. 'You will make sure she gets up those stairs okay, if you're around, won't you?'
'Of course, Hugh, three bags full, Hugh,' I'd said.
He was funny. Such a worrier.
Once back at home, I got out the photo album and sat down.
It was something I did often; I just sat and flicked through all the photos from Portugal. Ryan and me at the water park. Ryan and me in Monchique, eating piri piri chicken, Ryan and me chasing each other around the beach at the west coast, Ryan and me eating steak with bibs on. Ryan and me lazing by the pool drinking cocktails. Ryan and me boogying away in a night club. Ryan and I on the cliff tops in Praia do Carvoeiro. I cried every time I looked at them. They brought back
