Modern Romance October 2018 Books 5-8. Trish Morey

again. The void that opened up inside her when she thought about that was so big that it threatened to swallow her up like a sinkhole.

      At the station she hailed a taxi, which exited the small car park as though urgency was a concept that didn’t exist. She knew the taxi driver. She had done some pro bono work for his father two years previously, and she heard herself chatting to him but from a long way away.

      She was so tired.

      Lapsing into silence, she closed her eyes and wasn’t aware that she was approaching her house until the taxi began to slow, until it swerved slowly into the drive, and only then did she open her eyes and stir herself into wakefulness.

      Only then did she see the red car in the drive, sleek and elegant and so, so sexy.