When David shared his attentions, it was either feast or famine.
Sharon could go weeks without seeing him, her texts ignored, her calls cut off without an answer. Then one day he would turn up at her flat, the boot of his Mercedes overflowing with bags from Hermes, Gucci, Prada, Tiffany, enough to paper over the cracks his absence had breached.
Then she met Col, who ran his own building firm and could bench press 230 pounds. She began to wonder if it wasn’t time she enjoyed a more balanced diet.