The liquor followed her when she stood in front of the mirror in her bathroom. It was the first time she had had a proper look at herself. The doctor hadn’t done the cleanest job, the stitches protruding a bit. But the sewn-up cut was the least of her worries. It had only taken a few hours for the cheek to turn a nasty shade of black and blue. The swelling had gone down significantly thanks to the medications she was given. The police had let her know that they hadn’t found Ron but we’re keeping an eye on his flat and work.