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A few days later Molly and Anna were on their way to a house viewing but got distracted passing a pretty café called The Coffee Hut, with blue and white striped awnings hanging over the window.

‘We’ve got time, haven’t we?’ Molly looked at Anna, her stomach already rumbling in anticipation. After a quick glance at her watch, Anna agreed it was a splendid idea. Inside was warm and cosy, scents of coffee and baking mingling in the air and they stood at the counter for a few minutes trying to choose from all the delicious baking on display. Anna finally settled on a homemade scone with raspberry jam while Molly opted for the lemon shortbread.

They settled at one of the tables by the window, taking in their surroundings. The café was busy with customers, some chatting and some hunched over laptops. Apart from one exposed brick wall the others were painted different colours and covered in artwork.

The past couple of days had slipped by pleasantly. It was only after a few restorative nights’ sleep at the guest house that Molly appreciated just how badly she’d been sleeping at home. After Colin left she had considered sleeping in the spare room but had obstinately remained in the marital king-size bed. She had piled pillows where her husband used to lie and on nights when sleep wouldn’t come they proved to be very useful for pummelling.

Luke and Lily were looking rosy-cheeked and healthy. They had been swimming and had enjoyed a day at the aquarium. The spiders, seals and meerkats had gone down very well, especially with Luke. Molly knew what an important time it was for Stuart, Anna and the children; there was a lot for them all to adjust to and so she’d tried to help out as much as possible. She had also wanted to give them time as a family and so had taken herself off now and again. In theory she was supposed to be addressing her thoughts to the future but her thinking only got so far before she became overwhelmed and apart from a few tentative job searches she had to admit she hadn’t done much.

A waitress set down their order, which looked delicious, and Molly took a bite of the moist, crumbly shortbread, rolling her eyes in appreciation while Anna poured tea from a white ceramic teapot into pretty matching cups.