There’s a text message from an unknown number. I hope it’s him. “I had the strangest dream last night,” it reads. “There was an angel in my bed.” I smile as I type my reply: “How odd . . . There’s an angel in my bed too!” Within seconds, three little dots appear at the bottom of my screen, before materializing into words. “Ask her if she’s seen my coat.” I giggle at this, nuzzling my face into the collar of the coat, which still smells like him. “You can have it back in return for some potatoes.” “Funny you should say that,” he replies. “I was just about to make some mash.”
