It's 0856 as a train leaves the tunnel, emerging into the morning sunshine and surprising Laura Wilkins as her mobile phone starts to ring only a few seconds later. Hum, she thinks, looking at it. Number isn't familiar. Wonder who it is at this time of the morning? Must be something to do with work.
"Hello?"
"Hello. Who am I speaking to, please?"
"Laura. Laura Wilkins. And you are?"
Odd. They've hung up. What was that about?
Ah, well. Late for work, anyway. Best hurry. Hope he locked the flat up properly before he left. He's a nice guy, really. But too guilty. Always worrying about his wife. Admirable, really, that he's so committed. He really does love her. He'll never leave her. And that's why I'm going to have to let him down gently next time I see him. It's the right thing to do, she assures herself as she steps out onto the platform.
In the A&E waiting room of a North London hospital, Jane Bradfield puts her own phone down and looks again at the list of recently dialled numbers on her husband's handset.
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