The Wrong Man

My body felt weak from the alcohol, and my legs ached from wearing heels all day.

When Alistair arrived, an inexplicable anger flared up inside me.

In the dimly lit lounge, he stood there, his lips pressed into a thin line, saying nothing.

I felt a surge of irritation. 'What's wrong with Alistair today? Why is he being so cold?'

My neck was getting sore from looking up at him, so I dropped my head