I’m having my colour done today. That means three hours with Jane, and God I need it. It’s Dan again: innocently, I opened his credit card statement. Three payments for meals in a swanky eatery, one I’d always fancied trying. The dates? When I’d taken the kids to Mum’s for half-term. He’s taking me for a fool, the bastard. Mustn’t do anything hasty though, he’s a good earner. Jane’ll put me straight.
The car park behind the salon is rammed, so I head for the supermarket. When I rush in, late, the receptionist smiles up at me,
‘Karen will be looking after you today. Jane’s left us.’ How could she? I run back to my car and sit there shaking. When I look up, I see Dan’s Audi in the petrol station and Jane Daniels is kissing him hard on the mouth.