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Davina’s jaw fell open slowly She saw the instant Jack realised he’d said so to back-track It was too late

Too late for everything

Davina picked up his clothes and threw them at him

“Get dressed,” she snapped

“Coht his jeans

Davina picked up his trainers and lobbed them, one at a time, at his head She felt a mirthless stab of satisfaction when one of them thumped him on the forehead

“Get dressed and get out”

“Look, I tried to tell you earlier, but you went to answer the door”

He pulled on his jeans Davina couldn’t speak Her life was falling apart and Jack had known all along

“How long?’ she said at last

Jack shrugged into his sweatshirt He didn’t answer

“How long?” Davina said between clenched teeth “Tell ”

“About a week”

Her mind flew over the events of the past week They landed on the day where everything had gone wrong The day he’d killed her car

“You sabotaged me,” she said coldly