By Saturday, the physical side effects were…sort of wearing off. The dizziness and the nausea had subsided, but Darren still didn’t want to eat, and still was veering between sleeping like the dead and all the time if Jayden let him, and random fits of crushing insomnia that wound Jayden up too, because Jayden was stressed to the point where he’d wake up if Darren so much as moved away from him in bed and… Saturday was a gorgeous day: icy cold, brilliantly sunny, and effortlessly still. Jayden insisted they take the train into Portsmouth and then walk down to Gunwharf Quays, where Mum had decided they’d be having lunch, and Darren didn’t argue. It was a tired sort of day. “Are you really feeling up to this?” Jayden asked for the millionth time as they approached the waterfront. “No,” Da