Jenna zones out as he reels off several different types. She just wants a bottle of red wine to take somewhere quiet and hide. It’s only the first day of the retreat and she hasn’t had a single moment alone. Everything she does, everywhere she goes, there are people – talking, staring, overflowing with emotion. Normally, she’d take all that in her stride – she likes her clients to chat while she manipulates their limbs or shows them exercises. Too many quiet clients in a row and she starts to feel unsettled – but she couldn’t stand another moment at the table with Tom looking quizzically at her, Damian shouting across the table and Alan nudging her arm.

‘The first one,’ she says.

‘Malbec?’

‘Yes, fine. You can charge it to Room 17. Thanks.’

She hovers at the bar while he uncorks the bottle. She can’t go back to her room because she’s sharing it with Erica and she’ll head there after dinner, and it’s too cold to sit around the pool. She could always stay here in the bar. With everyone else at dinner the place is deserted. She picks up her bottle and glass and carries them across the room to a chair that’s tucked away in the corner, angled towards the window. The barman doesn’t seem like the chatty sort but she’s not taking any chances.