I WOKE THE NEXT MORNING and lay there, feeling a horrible sense of loss followed by overwhelming fury.

Why am I letting this bother me? So he'd turned out not to be who I thought he was; it wasn't the first time this had happened to me. And I liked being single. I loved it. No-one to have to report to or think about and I LIKED BEING SINGLE!

Tears welled in my eyes and flowed down my cheeks. I stuffed the sheet in my mouth to stop any sounds.

Why? What had I ...