I thought it would be better to be jealous than to be unmoved by the fact he came home late and showered before getting into bed. Late as in four in the morning, well into my sleep of self-care, drifted into with an abundance of leg room and without much loneliness. I woke up holding my own breasts.

‘The shower was a giveaway. Now I know you’re having an affair,’ I say softly as he climbs in next to me with damp hair. Then I fall asleep so he has to wait until morning to avoid my questions.