I sit on the side of the boat that looks out to sea. When I arrived it was so dark; at least this time I’ll be able to take in the views.

Another big difference is that I’m not by myself this time. I have Daniel next to me. On the way here I wished he were with me. Now that we’re on the way back I desperately wish he weren’t.

I’ve asked him not to talk to me and so far he has obliged.

We’re just about to set off when one last couple gets on. It’s Kevin and Jen, but they seem different.

‘Lila,’ Jen squeaks as she sits down opposite me. ‘Where’s Freddie?’

‘He has to catch an earlier flight,’ I say.

Kevin sits down next to her.

‘All right?’ he asks, but then he looks confused. ‘You two were with other people. Don’t tell me you’re together now.’

‘Kev, don’t be cheeky,’ Jen says, kissing him on the cheek.

‘Sorry, boo,’ he says, turning into her kiss, bombarding her with pecks.

‘You too seem great,’ I tell them.

‘We had a turning point,’ Jen explains. ‘It was the night of the storm and we had this huge row. I wound up telling him I wanted a divorce and he said he wanted the same. I flounced off, in a proper huff, and that’s when the weather got worse and I slipped on some wet grass, fell down, twisted my ankle – lowest point of my life.’

‘Then what happened?’ Daniel asks curiously.

‘Just when things seemed at their worst, Kevin appeared. Never mind your guy, he was like something out of a movie,’ Jen says. ‘He picked me up and carried me back to our villa.’

‘It was just like when Samwise carried Frodo up Mount Doom,’ Kevin adds.

‘Don’t ruin it, babe,’ she says with a laugh.

I can’t believe how much lighter they seem.

‘But, yes, if you love someone, no matter what happens, everything just figures itself out,’ Jen says.

They kiss again.

It’s so great to see them work things out, especially because they’ve been together for so long and because they have kids.

Freddie and I might not have been together for very long, and we might not have any kids or major ties to each other whatsoever, but what we had was real, and Jen is right. If you love someone, you work it out. We could’ve worked it out.

But no, instead I let Daniel get in my head, I let my insecurities run amuck, and I pushed him away.

As we finally board our plane and take off, things finally feel real. I blew it. And now it’s back to real life, or whatever will be left of it, once Daniel and I figure out how we’re supposed to split everything we own.

‘Oh, love, before I forget, I’m going to need my golf stuff washing for tomorrow,’ Daniel tells me as he reads his newspaper.

‘What?’

‘My golf stuff,’ he repeats, but slower this time, so it’s easier for me to understand. ‘It needs washing. Maybe stick it in with our holiday stuff when you wash that.’