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‘This young guy’s homeless and been accused of stabbing his friend. But I believe with all my heart that he’s being accused of a crime he didn’t commit. I was the duty solicitor on the night he was brought in, and I knew instantly he wasn’t capable of such a violent act.’
the scariest question, is he still in love with his ex?
‘What are you doing?’ I ask, surprised. ‘I’m opening them.’ ‘They’re for Harry,’ I say, aware I sound rather childish. ‘I know,’ he answers, continuing to twist, still not taking his eyes from mine. ‘Don’t open them, Alex, I’m warning you…’ I say, joking, but wishing he’d take the hint and put them back in the carrier bag. ‘I’m going to give them to him tomorrow.’ Alex twists once more. ‘He likes… Smarties,’ I say desperately, as he twists harder and pulls the lid off the tub. ‘So do I.’ He throws his head back and pours the brightly coloured chocolate sweets into his mouth.
And, in a fleeting Bridget Jones moment, I confess I even allowed myself to hope that he’d taken a female friend to help choose an engagement ring for me. That he’d turn up tonight and go down on one knee, wrapping my worry up in a bright-red bow and handing it back to me for Christmas.

