Not really...

The following days were a strain. Although it had been a really intense experience, I was struggling to get over the sense of betrayal at being set up like that.

And, if I was honest, the more I thought about it, the less convinced I was that Helen had gone home with Rachel.

My conversations with Helen had been frosty following that first morning in the kitchen, and as a consequence there had been fewer and fewer of them. When Helen did try to make conversation, I just cut her off.

It was clear that something needed to change.