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    And then imagine waking up one morning to find him, his clothes and all his stuff gone. Like he’d disappeared from the planet. Like he’d been erased. Imagine trying to explain to your parents that your boyfriend had escaped you like you were some sort of maximum security prison. Imagine suddenly having twice the rent to pay. Imagine him taking the Lord Of The Rings extended box set. Those were the only DVDs Hannah even cared about.  
    The strange thing was that even her parents didn’t remember Simon.
    Weird.
    Anyway.
    Fuck Simon.
    Fuck that guy for leaving a perfectly good thing.  
    Fuck that guy for breaking her heart.
    Fuck that guy for disappearing.
    So …
    ‘The Recovery’ was all about healing. It was a time for Hannah to get her shit together. Time to take it easy at work. Eat some takeaway. Maybe play some Xbox, drink some beers. Rebuild herself before starting that juice diet she’d been on about trying for forever.
    Once out of the shower she was already sweating again. Her hair and her skin felt clammy.  
    She went downstairs and made herself some tea and buttered herself some toast. She noticed a small pile of unopened bills piling up below the letterbox.  
    “Not today,” she said to herself as she blocked them from her mind.  
    No bills allowed during ‘The Recovery’.
    She pulled her laptop towards her and started checking the usuals — Facebook, Twitter, emails.  
    Suddenly her phone rang. It was her mum.
    “Hannah, listen, the bank have been in touch. Some sort of issue with your council tax,” her mum said.
    “Sure thing. Will get to it.” Hannah shook her head as she said it. Not during ‘The Recovery’. Real life was going to have to wait. A drop of blood landed on the table. “Don’t worry, Mum, I’ll handle it.”
    “Hannah, I really think you should …”
    “Gotta go,” she interrupted. “Got a client waiting for some copy.”
    She put the phone down and looked at the blood on the wooden desk. She stopped and looked closer because for a second it looked the blood was steaming. Inspecting the little red dot on the desk, she definitely saw fine plumes of white rising up from the globule.
    “What the—?” she said as she touched her nose. She looked at her hand. She didn’t usually get nosebleeds. Maybe one or two in her life. That was it.  
    But she grabbed a kitchen towel and held it against her nose.  
    She lifted her head back because that’s what she’d heard was the best thing to do, and the blood seemed to stop quickly enough.
    It was done and she was back online.  
    Emails — some dating website sign-up confirmation. Delete. An email from Amazon. Delete. An email from the City Council. It read — Urgent: Court Summons.
    She sighed, opened it up and read it. She felt hotter. A rising up of heat from within. Apparently the council had never received her council tax. She clicked over to her online banking and felt weak.  
    There was nothing.
    No money in her savings account. No money in her current account. Nothing.
    The last time she’d checked she had … more … well, at least she’d had something. There must’ve been some kind of mistake.
    “Simon,” she said as he pulled the toast from the toaster. “Just butter please.”
    She looked back to the computer before realising that something wasn’t quite right. She looked back to the toaster and Simon wasn’t there.
    “Oh right,” she said. “That’s right.”
    She stood and made the decision that she was going to have to take a break from ‘The Recovery’. She was going to have to go into town to the bank. She was going to have to sort everything out.

    ***

    The taxi driver hadn’t stopped talking since he’d picked her up. Not to her. He was talking to some friend through the little white headphones in his ears in a language that Hannah didn’t know. She didn’t even know if it was a friend, to be fair. It could just as easily be a family member or an enemy. How could she