As if staged, there was that penultimate time she had seen Ollie. He was nothing like he had been.,
He had so uglified that he was repellent. And she was totally over him, in every single atom of her being.
There was no contact after that, until l he began the email ritual. Tricia caught his pattern, after three months and felt so powerful.
She knew whatever he posted was a mere diversion, as if he truly believed she was still that innocent girl who loved him. That innocent girl, whose love he could use as a leash.
Maybe she gave that impression, by answering his emails with honest remarks. But she was not and knew he did not realise it.