updated his page since he’d got married either as his relationship status read ‘single’. He’d told Brian that following his whirlwind romance with Melissa, he’d persuaded her to move to York to be with him. Apparently, she was a Devon girl too, although Oliver hadn’t gone into detail about how they’d met and supposedly Brian hadn’t been interested enough to ask. Louisa knew they’d only come back to Devon recently, and that it was temporary – to set up a new branch of Oliver’s business.
Louisa wondered whether it was because he wasn’t planning on staying long that he hadn’t bothered updating any of his social media. Mind you, she couldn’t deduce much from Oliver’s Facebook page because she wasn’t actually friends with him. She could only see the posts he’d made public – and his profile pictures, which for a reason she’d never fathomed, were always public on the site, regardless. But none of those depicted Melissa, or the two of them together, which was rather odd being that he was newly married. Louisa had thought he’d want to show Melissa off.
She wondered if she should send a friend request so she could see more information though it was possible, she mused, that he was like her and didn’t use the social media platform much. It may have been something he used purely to get in contact with her.
The thought made her feel queasy. Why, after all this time, had Oliver Dunmore looked her up?
Louisa didn’t settle, her muscles tense, jumpy. Pacing seemed to be the only thing she could do. She’d put Noah down to sleep after she’d fed and changed him at one, and he’d gone out like a light. She made sure to put a tick next to the time on the sheet she’d created for today’s feeds, then made use of the time by pottering around in the kitchen. She’d even managed to collect a dirty pile of washing from Emily’s bedroom floor and put it in the machine. Now, at just after two o’clock, she noticed Tiff’s car draw up outside. Louisa rushed to the door before Tiff could ring the bell and wake Noah up; she needed uninterrupted time with her friend.
‘You’re a sight for sore eyes.’ Tiff gave Louisa a one-armed hug, her other hand holding a bag of pastries. She walked on through to the kitchen, and retrieved two plates from the cupboard. Tiff often made herself at home and knew where Louisa kept everything.
‘I assume you have bottled water?’ she asked, bending to check the fridge.
‘Not cold, no – there’s a bottle in the larder, though.’ Louisa allowed Tiff to take over her kitchen. In a weird way, she enjoyed being mothered. Her own mum didn’t visit anymore, and after their ‘falling-out’ episode, Louisa only made infrequent trips to her parents’ home and even then it was only if one of them called, usually to say there was a problem that only Louisa could deal with.
The last time had been almost a month ago, and that was to change the hallway lightbulb. They’d barely set eyes on Noah – and for a reason Louisa couldn’t understand, didn’t seem all that bothered that they were missing out on his early months. She knew they were getting old now, but she had to admit, their lack of interest hurt her feelings. No matter what they’d fallen out about, their baby grandson should not be the one paying for it. Emily was in the midst of her teenage ‘I don’t want to visit them’ stage anyway, so she wasn’t worried about the lack of contact.
The argument had been so pathetic, too. Louisa remembered it had started when her mum had made a flippant remark about her anxiety attacks back in college – how Louisa had been poor at coping even back then. But as with most family arguments, she couldn’t remember how it had progressed to this point; how it’d stretched on for years. It was as though now it had begun, one of them had to carry it on to the bitter end, neither wanting to be the first one to ‘give in’ and apologise.
‘Here you go,’ Tiff said, handing Louisa the You’re My Queen mug Brian had bought her for Valentine’s Day. Because they needed more mugs.
‘I know you said you couldn’t remember much about my party, but I need you to tell me everything you do remember. You said you’d met Oliver; did you meet his wife too?’
‘Bits and pieces came back to me, you know how it is. Of course I remember the delightful Oliver. He’s so gorgeous, Lou.’ Tiff gave a coy smile.
‘Yes, yes – he’s certainly pleasant to look at …’
‘I can’t remember him even mentioning his wife though, let alone seeing her. Are you sure she was there?’
‘Well, this is the thing, Tiff. I think I saw her standing alongside Oliver when I first saw him, but I was too shocked seeing him there to take her in. Brian doesn’t remember seeing her, and now, neither do you. And I’m not sure enough to say either way.’
‘What does it matter?’
‘She’s missing.’
‘God, really?’ Tiff gasped. Louisa observed an immediate spark of interest light up her face.
‘Yes, and the last place Oliver saw her was at my party.’
‘Did she just go home early?’ She frowned. ‘I mean, it wouldn’t surprise me if she’d got the hump – Oliver was rather, let’s say, familiar, with some of the female guests.’
‘You, you mean.’
‘We seemed to hit it off, yes.’ A smile played at the edges of her mouth. She really could be incorrigible at times.
‘He was smooth even when he was only eighteen. He’s downright slippery now it seems.’
‘I didn’t get that kind of creepy, smarmy vibe though, Lou. And let’s face it, my radar for those types is pretty good.’
‘Yes, I know. But something isn’t right about all this.’
‘Like?’
‘The timing for one. Why after all these years has he decided to make an effort to contact me – and just a year after getting married? And why make that first contact at my surprise birthday party of all places?’
‘Opportunity? I gave him that by accepting his invite to join the Exeter College group, didn’t I. So, he took it. I don’t see anything malign in that.’
‘No, I suppose. I’m obviously reading too much into it.’ She almost conceded, then remembered what he’d said. ‘But he said something that set my nerves on edge; the way he spoke it had an air of menace to it. A threat even.’
‘Oh, Lou, I’m sure you must have read him wrong.’ Her voice rose in pitch. ‘What did he say exactly?’
Louisa tried to ignore the slightly condescending tone. Tiff obviously thought she was over-reacting. ‘He was asking for my help – wanting me to go with him to the police to report Melissa missing, and when I said no, he said: You can help me, like I once helped you. And it was the way he said it. Like I owed him. And he had the gall to say he’d left for me. When I challenged him, he made out that I’d been lying to myself about the reasons he left me. He didn’t make any sense. But I did go to the police with him, and now I feel he manipulated me into it.’
Tiff looked thoughtful for a moment and Louisa was hoping she’d have to agree with her that Oliver’s behaviour had been odd.
‘What did the police say?’ she finally said. Louisa’s shoulders slumped. Tiff had chosen to only pick up on the last part.
‘Oliver
