During the drive, she’d realized that she was clueless, without a plan – and she’d always had a plan, more or less since the last couple of years at school. She had wanted to be head girl, and then she had wanted to go to college, and on and on it went, marriage, children, promotions, hurdles jumped over with relative ease. But she’d been thrown by men, first Paul and now Joseph, and she couldn’t work out how to rejoin the race, or where on earth it would finish if she did.
