If Ever I Fall. S.D. Robertson

feel like making things easy, so I stayed silent; waited for him to say something else.

      ‘Right. That’s good. The plaster, I mean. Well, not good exactly, but it’ll help it to heal.’

      ‘Yes,’ I said, enjoying feeling in control for once. I almost mentioned that my husband had joined us at the hospital but thought better of it. Why risk blowing things when they’d reached such an interesting phase?

      ‘How long is Ruby likely to be off school?’ he asked.

      ‘Not long. She should be back next week.’

      ‘Oh, good. I’ll tell Anna that. She’ll be pleased.’

      Rick went on to apologise for ‘being a little squeamish’, as he put it, asking for the chance to make it up to us.

      ‘I’m not a bad cook,’ he said. ‘I wondered if the two of you might like to come over for some food this weekend. Only if Ruby’s up to it, of course.’

      I said yes. I’m not a big fan of apologies, as I’m sure you remember, but he is gorgeous and I couldn’t resist.

      We’re visiting their place tomorrow afternoon. I’ll let you know how it goes in my next letter, which I promise will be more upbeat.

      Love as always,

      M

      Xx