Maddy holds out a white envelope bearing the double C logo and my name. ‘Who delivered these?’ I ask her. She shrugs. ‘Courier.’ I break open the black wax seal and pull out the card. It reads: I wish it had been you last night. And if you think this is me playing games, I can assure you I’m doing precisely the opposite. A. PS these flowers remind me of you Fuck fuck fuck.
