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‘Then don’t,’ she retorted hotly, adaet her ith ‘I grew up in London I’ll be fine’

‘I anant wife to walk around alone in this weather In the dark What kind of husband do you think I am?’

‘One who doesn’t love his wife’ She threw the accusation back at hih first

She didn’t wait for a reply and began to walk along the elow of lights from the city reflected in the water Beneath her boots the snoas slippery and in her haste she briefly lost her footing and slid but quickly regained her balance

Max was beside her in an instant, taking hold of her arest you slon if you must continue with this madness’

She walked a fewfroht to Max ‘And ould thata walk in my condition?’

He spoke over her before she had a chance to finish ‘Of course it would’

‘Or is thatout all her pain on a cold breath, which see for an answer

‘I have told you, Lisa, I can’t love It’s not you, it’s me’

‘Oh, isn’t that the perfect excuse? One every er sizzled in every word

‘It’s not an excuse,’ he said wearily ‘It’s the truth’

‘The truth?’ she fumed Did he even knohat that was?