Half an hour later, when I enter the pub, my friends are already sitting at a comfortable table near the fire. I've missed them so much.

I haven't told them about Stephen and Cathy. They know that we broke up and they know that he hurt me but I haven't told them the details. It still hurts too much for that.

The pub is called 'The Last Leg', an old pub with an equally old landlady. I drop my stuff at the table with my friends, remove my coat and scarf, grabbing the wine they ...