Lucy had been sitting near the door in the conservatory for two hours, yelling. Her boy had recently modified his behaviour a lot. He was temperamental and uncommunicative, shouting, at her for no motive and complaining about her shopping, her dress sense and pretty much everything about her. She felt fed-up. They had been so joyful for two years – a whirlwind love had led to live together and they lived every day as if it was the first time they had loved each other together. The ardour was endless – all her contacts were jealous, they joked that Lucy and Gavin belonged in a Mills and Boon soppy romance narrative.
But it was not a novel, they were deliriously happy and just couldn’t adore each other, until a few months ago Gavin had had a problem at work, damaging his back, and it seemed, his personality. He didn’t want to caress, and showed no interest in sex at all. She even started to believe that he was having a passionate story with a nurse at the hospital, he spent so much time in his rehabilitation treatmentit had to be true.
she asked the nurse who didn’t know what she was asking for, and even offered...