Sarah's Gift. Caroline Anderson

      ‘I’m sure Evie will have some she can lend you, just this once. Come on.’

      ‘I don’t really need a coffee,’ Sarah told him, wondering how long it would be before she could go home, crawl into a corner and forget about the last few hours. It had all been too much, and she really didn’t feel up to making small talk or, worse still, rehashing the events.

      She just wanted to forget.

      Matt, though, didn’t seem to be about to let her. ‘I need one,’ he told her, ‘and I could use some company.’