My husband left his medication at home, so I stopped by his office to bring it to him. But when I asked the receptionist to call him downstairs, she said, "Ma'am, your husband has been on leave for the past week."

And then he pulled into the car park of a brick building I have never seen in my life.

I stopped across the road, four cars down, far enough back.

Emeric got out of his car.

He took the laptop bag off the back seat — which I remember noticing and thinking was strange, because why would you take a laptop into wherever this was.

I know why now. He works in those waiting rooms. Four months of invoices and client notes done on one of eleven chairs.

And he went in through the front doors.

I sat there for about eleven minutes looking at those doors and working out what I was about to find out.

And then he came back out.

And there was somebody with him.

I leaned forward over the wheel to see properly.

And when I worked out who was standing next to my husband, I dropped my phone into the footwell of my own car and did not pick it up for about a minute.