I pushed the little paper boat round and round the kitchen table, imagining it sailing off into a picture-perfect sunset.
What the hell was this all about? And where was Jo?
My stomach rumbled, reminding me it was well past dinner time. I glared at the oven, the hob, the CD player. Normally they would be doing things by now. The oven would be humming merrily, its light giving the food inside a warm, yellow glow. Something would be bubbling on the hob and the CD player would be playing something soothing.
Now, all was silent.
I mooned around the flat, lost in the emptiness. I held the little boat in the palm of my hand, trying to read its unwritten message. I was no good at subtlety.
I turned the CD player on. The song filled the room and all became clear.
Enya’s ‘Sail Away’.
Jo had gone.