It was 2007. I’d just finished or was just about to finish school and I had a boyfriend that lived far from town but would hitch a lift in to see me. We texted a lot. We made each other laugh with our mutual commitment to watch whatever was on TV and piss away time sending messages back and forth rather than studying. ‘Let’s go see 28 Weeks Later. I love scary films.’ I declared and set our plans for the evening. He’d already seen it and was surprised because through all our correspondence an...