I stopped. There was something strange about the room. It took me a moment to realise what it was. The bed. It was different. The headboard, which had been white, was grey. Instead of a divan base, the bed now had black iron legs. I couldn’t believe it. Jeff and Lizzy had replaced the bed, which I’d bought when I moved in here, with a new one. And, staring at it, I realised I recognised this bed from the Ikea catalogue that had been hanging around the house; the catalogue that Jeff and Lizzy had been through, circling items.
I TOLD YOU.
