The next week is awful. I spend most of my days holed up with my lawyers going over contracts for P and P and my nights are spent wishing that I could sleep but for some reason sleep completely alludes me.

I haven't eaten much, and there are circles under my eyes that weren't there a week ago.

I try texting her several times, but she doesn't reply.

Each day I find myself getting Henry to take a detour on my way to and from work just so that I can pass her flat; I need ...