She read my face, frowning a little, as she made her way back into my mind. ‘Do you know what today is?’ she asked, laughing as my eyes widened with alarm. ‘It’s our anniversary.’ ‘But, we got together in –’ ‘I’m talking about the day I let myself love you,’ she said, her smile showing how much she was enjoying my confusion. ‘This is exactly the day, two years ago, that you stopped your bike beside me on the causeway, a week after Karla got married, when I was waiting for the rain to stop.’
