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what was going on. Laurie prided herself on cold reading people like she was a stage magician, and yet the person closest to her sounded like a stranger.

      ‘How long have you felt this way?’ she asked.

      ‘A while,’ Dan said, and although his body showed tension, she could already tell he had relaxed several notches. Announcement made, the worst was over for him. She hated him, for a second. ‘I think I knew for sure at Tom and Pri’s wedding.’

      ‘Oh, that was why you spent the whole night in a strop, was it?’ Laurie spat. And realised the lunacy of that sort of point scoring, when the whole game had been cancelled. He wouldn’t go through with this. Surely.

      Her stomach lurched. It was utterly ridiculous to take him seriously, and wildly reckless not to.

      Dan made a hissing noise, shook his head. Whether he was dismayed at Laurie or himself wasn’t clear.

      ‘I knew none of that wedding fuss was for me. I knew that’s not where I was at, mentally.’

      A painful memory came back to Laurie, because it turned out her senses hadn’t entirely failed her.

      She recalled that the couples present had been corralled by the DJ for the first-dance-after-the-first-dance. She and a half-cut, sullen Dan were forced into a waltz hold to Adele. She felt a sudden total absence of anything between them, not even a comfortable ease with each other’s touch, in place of a spark. It was like their battery was dead and if you pressed the accelerator it’d only make an empty phut-phut-phut. They shuffled round the floor awkwardly, like brother and sister, not meeting each other’s gaze. Then as soon as the song was over she forgot about it, and put it down to Dan not liking ‘Someone Like You’, or being told to do things.

      He’d made a passive-aggressive show of going to sleep in the cab on the way back. Laurie felt she’d committed an unspecified crime all day, but when asked ‘What’s up with you?’ she’d got a belligerent ‘… NOTHING?’

      But crap days in a long-term relationship were a given. You no more thought they might spell the end than you feared every cold could be cancer.

      ‘Is there someone else?’ Laurie said, not because she thought it possible but you were supposed to ask this, weren’t you? In this weird theatre they were playing out, at Dan’s insistence. They worked together – on a practical level alone, this seemed improbable.

      ‘No, of course not,’ Dan said, sounding genuinely affronted.

      ‘I don’t think you get to OF COURSE NOT me, do you?’ Laurie shrieked, anger breaking, causing Dan to flinch. ‘I think OF COURSE NOT is pretty much fucking unavailable to you right now, don’t you? We’ve stopped having any shared reality from what I can see so fuck off with your patronising OF COURSE NOTS.’

      Dan was completely unused to seeing her this incandescently angry. In fact, the last time she hit these heights, they were twenty-five and he’d lost her car keys in the healing field at Glastonbury. They’d been able to laugh about it later, though, alchemise it as an anecdote. Comedy was tragedy plus time, but there’d never be enough distance to make this amusing.

      ‘Sorry,’ he said quietly. ‘But no. Like we always said. No cheating, ever.’

      ‘Ever?’ she said, with a knowing intonation.

      ‘You know what we agreed. I’d tell you.’

      Laurie fumed, her chest tight, and tried to breathe through it. The tactlessness and the tastelessness of Dan using things they’d sincerely pledged to each other a lifetime ago. He was currently trashing that memory, and every other memory for that matter, while asking Laurie to treat it as sacred covenant. What an arsehole.

      Was he an arsehole? Had he turned into one, somewhere along the line, and she hadn’t noticed? She studied him, as he stared morosely at his hairy knees in his shorts, face like a baleful Moomin.

      It didn’t matter. She loved him. They’d long ago passed the point where her love was negotiable; it wasn’t contingent on him not being an arsehole. He was her arsehole.

      Laurie had passed that point, anyway. Dan had reached a parallel one where he could abandon her. That’s what it felt like: desolate abandonment. He wouldn’t care about Laurie, from now on? No, no, he did want her. She knew in her guts that he did, which is why this had to be stopped before he did any more damage.

      ‘But we’ve got to stay at the same company together? How’s that going to fucking work?’

      Dan and Laurie managed a few degrees of separation at Salter & Rowson by being in different departments, but once they were exes that would hardly be enough.

      ‘I can start looking for other positions. I might jack it all in. I’m not sure yet.’

      ‘Honestly, Dan, it still sounds like you’re freaked out by having a baby and have decided to go full nuke from orbit to fix it,’ Laurie said, in a final stab at returning them to any sort of normality. ‘You don’t want to go travelling, for fuck’s sake. They wouldn’t let you stay head of the department, either. And you hated a week in Santorini, last year.’

      As Laurie said it, she wondered if the missing element in that analysis was that he hated it with her.

      ‘Having children is only one part of it. The reason it’s made me do something about how I feel is because you can’t go back on that decision, you can’t un-have a baby. It made me decide. I don’t want this life, Laurie, I’m sorry. I know it’s a shock after all this time. It shocks me too. That’s why it took me so long to face up to it. But I don’t. Want it.’

      ‘You don’t want me?’

      A heavy pause, where Laurie felt Dan steel himself to say it.

      ‘Not like this.’

      ‘Then how?’

      Dan shrugged and blinked through tears.

      ‘The word you’re looking for is no,’ Laurie said.

      Tears flash flooded down her face now and he made to get up and she frantically gestured: don’t come near me.

      ‘Erm … just you know, one minor objection on my part,’ she said, voice thick and distorted by crying. It was ambitious to try to put on a sarcastic tone. ‘How am I going to have kids with anyone now, Dan? I’m thirty-six.’

      ‘You still can!’ he said, imploringly, nodding. ‘That’s not old, these days.’

      ‘With who? When? Am I going to meet someone next week? Get things moving on conceiving a few months after that?’

      ‘C’mon. You’re you. You’re a massive catch, always have been. You won’t be short of offers. You’ll be inundated.’

      Laurie finally accepted in that moment, that this was real, they really might be over.

      Dan had always had the healthy, normal amount of male jealousy. If anything, more than average: he’d always been sure if one of them would be stolen away by a rival, it was Laurie. Male friends who complimented her in his presence always got a ‘hey now …’ from Dan that was entirely joking but also not. Male hires at her firm always got an early warning that she might not have a wedding ring but she wasn’t single and also the guy was here on premises, so watch yourself, and she assumed this was by Dan or briefed by his representatives. (She’d never had to tell anyone she was ‘spoken for’, anyway, they always mentioned oh you’re Dan Price’s girlfriend. Funny phrase, that. Why was someone speaking for you?)

      If the idea of her having kids with someone else got this shrug of a response, this mediocre auto-response, something had flown.

      ‘Such a massive catch, you’ll pass me up?’

      ‘We’ve been together all our lives, Laurie, you’re my only serious girlfriend. It’s not like I’m walking away lightly, or that I never cared.’

      Laurie

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