“In the months since I’d split up from Eric, I’d never really missed being half of a couple. But now I yearned for a broad chest to lay my head on, to rub my cheek against the rough wool of a man’s jumper, for some loving arms to wrap me up and tell me that everything was going to be all right. I knew I could call Rosie and she’d be here like a shot. Or I could go up to The Evergreens and pour out my sorrows. But it wasn’t just any company I needed; I wanted to be loved again.”
