“I’m going to hazard a guess that when we left The Anchor, you didn’t think twice about how nobody knew who you’d gone home with,” I say. He shakes his head slowly. “Yeah, no. That didn’t cross my mind.” “I did. I weighed up that risk. I made sure Marissa knew we were going to the marina. If I’m out late, I walk home with my keys in my hand, because you can do real damage with keys if a man attacks you. I cross the street if there’s a guy coming the other way after dark. And when I’m stuck in a small space with a man I don’t know, part of me will always ask the question, Am I safe?”
