“People can be more than one thing,” I said.

“You have to decide whether she takes responsibility for the part that hurt someone you love.”

That evening he packed the documents away and asked if I wanted pizza.

We ate on the floor because I hadn’t cleared my dining table properly.

We watched an old comedy we used to quote as children.

For nearly two hours, the wedding wasn’t mentioned.

It was the first ordinary evening he’d had in weeks, and I was glad to give it to him.