The Summer That Changed Us: A heartbreaking and uplifting story of first love, lost years and second

That, for the umpteenth time, this will be another random bloke who has chosen the same aftershave. His even-tanned complexion has a sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of his nose and his short, dirty blond hair is a bit too long and flops towards his eyebrows, the beginnings of a wave running through it. She gestures towards the sofa next to her chair. ‘Come, sit down.’ She looks as frail as ever and her face has no make-up today, which only accentuates how pale and gaunt she’s looking. Walking out on her, refusing to talk and even threatening to do something stupid, so in the end she left the subject alone as it seemed the best way to deal with it.