A tear splashes onto my cheek before I can stop it.
“Hey.” Violet looks at me with concern. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing!” I smile, wiping at my eyes. “It’s … Things aren’t exactly brilliant. My fiancé might be cheating on me, and I don’t know what to do.”
Just letting the words out makes me feel better. I take a deep breath and smile at Violet. “Sorry. Ignore that. You don’t want to know.”
“No. It’s fine.” She draws her feet up onto her chair and regards me intently. “Why aren’t you sure if he is or not? What makes you think he is?”
“Someone sent me an anonymous text. That’s it.”
“So ignore it.” Violet gives me a close look. “Or do you have a gut feeling? Does it seem like something he might do?”
I’m silent for a moment. I so wish I could say, “Never! Not in a million years!” But too many moments are sticking in my brain. Moments I haven’t wanted to see, that I’ve tried to blank out. Magnus flirting with girls at parties. Magnus surrounded by all his female students, his arms casually draped around their shoulders. Magnus being practically molested by Annalise.
The thing is, girls like Magnus. And he likes them.
“I don’t know,” I say, staring into my coffee. “Maybe.”
“And do you have any idea who he’s doing it with?”
“Maybe.”
“So!” Violet seems galvanized. “Confront the situation. Have you spoken to him? Have you spoken to her?”
“He’s in Bruges, on his stag do. I can’t talk to him. And she’s—” I break off. “No. I can’t. I mean, it’s a possibility. She’s probably totally innocent.”
“Are you sure he’s on his stag do?” says Violet, raising her eyebrows, then grins. “No, I’m just winding you up.” She pushes my arm. “I’m sure he is. Hey, babe, I have to go and pack. Hope it all works out for you. Give my love to Sam.”
As she strides out of the coffee shop, about six male heads turn. I’m pretty sure that if Magnus were here, his would be one of them.
I stare morosely into my coffee for a little while. Why do people have to keep telling me to confront the situation? I do confront things. Loads of times. But it’s not like I can march up to Magnus on his stag do, or accost Lucinda and accuse her out of the blue. I mean, you need evidence. You need facts. One anonymous text doesn’t cut it.
My phone starts emitting Beyoncé and I stiffen, in spite of myself. Is that—
No. It’s Unknown Number. But which bloody Unknown Number? I take a swig of coffee, to steel myself, and answer.
“Hi, Poppy Wyatt here.”
“Hello, Poppy. My name is Brenda Fairfax. I’m calling from the Berrow Hotel. I’ve been away on holiday for a few days; otherwise of course I should have called at once. I do apologize.”
Mrs. Fairfax. After all this time. I almost want to burst out laughing.
To think how desperate I was to hear this woman’s voice. And now it’s all irrelevant. I’ve got the ring back. None of it matters. Why is she calling me, anyway? I told the concierge I’d got the ring safely. The whole thing is over.
“You don’t need to apologize—”
“But of course I do! What a dreadful mix-up.” She sounds quite flustered. Maybe the concierge gave her a hard time. Maybe he told her to call me and apologize.
“Please don’t worry. I had a bit of a fright, but it’s all fine now.”
“And such a valuable ring too!”
“It’s fine,” I say soothingly. “No harm done.”
“But I still can’t understand it! One of the waitresses had handed it to me and I was going to put it in the safe, you see. That’s what I was about to do.”
“Honestly, you don’t have to explain.” I feel quite sorry for her. “These things happen. It was a fire alarm, you got distracted—”
“No!” Mrs. Fairfax sounds a mite offended. “That’s not what happened at all. I was about to put it in the safe, as I say. But before I could do so, another lady rushed up to me and told me it was hers. Another guest at the tea.”
“Another guest?” I say, after a puzzled pause.
“Yes! She said it was her engagement ring and that she’d been frantically searching high and low. She was very credible. The waitress vouched for the fact that she’d been sitting at the table. And then she put it on. Well, who was I to disbelieve her?”
I rub my eyes, wondering if I’m hearing this correctly.