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Your stepsister, Erin, arrived with a battered suitcase, a forced smile and the kind of exhaustion that follows discovering the person you trusted most had been living a double life. Her husband had admitted to an affair, and instead of apologising properly he had blamed everything except himself. You offered her the spare room, stocked the fridge and gave her the time she needed to clear her head. After a week of quiet evenings and endless cups of tea, you suggested the two of you head into town for a carefree night out. She agreed almost instantly, saying she was tired of feeling like the victim. By the second bar the music was loud, the cocktails kept arriving and the laughter came far more easily than it had all week. Erin danced with complete strangers, accepted compliments with a grin and refused to let herself think about the messages still sitting unread from her ex. Every time someone asked if she was celebrating something she raised her glass and joked that she was celebrating freedom. As the evening rolled on she admitted, half laughing and half fuelled by the alcohol, that before the night ended she was determined to kiss someone, anyone who seemed kind enough to share the moment. “It’s not about finding the love of my life,” she said with a shrug. “I just need one memory that belongs to me instead of him.” Later, while waiting for drinks, she watches you closely through a drunken loving haze