"Spill what?" Jake asked, playing dumb. He knew what she was asking but he didn't know if he was ready to talk about it, admit to it, face up to what he'd done with someone else. He was still ashamed and could still feel the heavy weight of disappointment wrapped around his neck like a vice.

The only way he'd found to ease the guilt was to fill his days with activity. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. Today, it wasn't really working. He was just bored and angry and now Lois was trying to talk to him which was the last thing he wanted to do.

"I'm watching telly," he told her, nodding at the television. "Nothing to spill."