‘By the way, I found this stuffed between the sofa cushions.’ She picks up something next to her and holds out Nick’s disposable camera. ‘Is it yours?’ I take it from her. ‘Oh, that’s Nick’s.’ ‘Oh. He might want it back then.’ ‘Yeah.’ I walk slowly out of the room. The number on the tiny screen at the back is at zero – I didn’t even know Nick had taken that many pictures. When did he take them all? He could only have left the camera here two weeks ago while we were getting ready for the party, and I didn’t see him take any then. So it must have been the day before that.
