This is part of a week-long series celebrating the tenth anniversary of Love Actually.
Sarah still lived in the same flat in the winter of 2006, and it seemed to get a little messier by the year. There were old clothes she’d been meaning to donate piling on the backs of chairs she never sat in. Piles of books she thought would get her back into reading, but never even opened. She was sitting on the part of the couch uncovered by magazines and laundry when the phone rang.
“What is it, my darling?”
“Sarah,” a woman’s voice on the other end said. “It’s about Michael.”
Three hours later she was [...]