Chapter One - Morning Events
As I boarded the early train to Carlisle that Friday morning I had only one thing on my mind. Strictly speaking, one person . More precisely, one woman . Jane Harris. I was wondering whether I should buy my wife of some 20 years emerald earrings, or an emerald necklace. Jane had been hinting that I should get her some jewellery for years, and as Christmas was approaching, I suddenly realised that I had never once bought her any sparkling jewels since our wedding day. There had always seemed a good reason not to do it. The earrings were worth four weeks of groceries - not an insignificant sum, especially in the earlier years of our married life. But our financial circumstances had changed and I could afford it now. I couldn’t help thinking that I had been sending Jane unintended, yet subtle messages. Messages which said, ‘you’re not worth the money to me.’ The truth was that she was...