I rushed back to my rented room after that disaster of a dinner and fought hard not to throw up everywhere. I’ve just spent the last few hours watching the woman who was supposed to be my best friend fawn over the enemy; it’s disgusting.

I threw my purse across the room and gritted my teeth hard to keep the screams of rage hidden. It wouldn’t do to disturb the other tenants, or they’d probably complain to the landlord again, and this time I might be thrown out for ...