Then they were forever united as one, on an inexorable track to marriage and babies, and Roisin had to always wonder what would’ve happened if she’d only had the guts? That bitch needed stopping. A plan started to form. A completely crackers plan. He’d told her the name, “festa,” and that was a hint he wanted her to turn up, right? Right! No. That was the kind of thing that stalkers believed.
