The Last Letter From Your Lover
“She clashes elbows with a suited man who tuts loudly, sidestepping around her, and she mutters an apology without looking up.She comes to a brief halt outside the pub, stands still for a moment, and then punches a number into the phone.“I’m just about to go into a meeting,” Nicky says.“Very quickly. ‘Later.’ With an x. What on earth does that mean?” She has to shout to be heard over the engine of an idling bus.“What?”“I mean at the end of a text message. ‘Later x.’ Does it mean someone is going to call later today? This week? Never?”Bob, who runs the little coffee wagon opposite her office building, is packing up, ready to move on to his next pitch at the shopping mall. She has overslept, having lain awake until the small hours, and now realizes with a sick lurch that this means she is even later than she had feared. But the thought of going into conference without a coffee is too much. She taps him on the shoulder, her phone still pressed to her ear, and arranges her face into an exp...ression she might call “hopeful.”Bob spins around, and registers that it is Ellie.MoreLess
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