As I turn to face him I notice Eva standing next to him. They both have their suitcases with them.

‘What… the hell… are you two doing here?’ I ask as I slowly approach them.

I hear Savino frantically mumble something to himself in Italian before he scarpers.

‘Lila,’ he says again.

‘You keep saying my name like you know me,’ I start, with one of those truly terrifying angry laughs, the kind when your eyes widen and your face muscles tighten. ‘Except you didn’t seem to know who I was on our wedding day. And, funnily enough, you don’t seem to recall who you’re supposed to be on holiday with, because you’re standing here with… her.’

I can’t even bring myself to say Eva’s name.

Eva remains silent. She’s wearing a white maxi dress with a bikini top underneath, and she has a pair of sunglasses on her head – if that isn’t the universal symbol of a woman on holiday, I don’t know what is.

‘I didn’t know you’d be here,’ Daniel says as his cheeks redden. ‘You just disappeared and, well, after a few days, you didn’t come back, and I knew this was booked… It seemed like a shame, to let the holiday go to waste.’

At first, I consider whether I’m just as bad as he is, because I had a similar thought, which is how I ended up here. But not only does Daniel not deserve to be here – because this mess is all his fault – but the fact that he’s brought his bit on the side with him, on our honeymoon, that I booked… Oh, no, no, no, no, no. I don’t think so.

‘Lila, you just vanished,’ he says.

‘With good reason,’ I reply.

I can feel the anger bubbling up inside me. I didn’t think I could get any more angry or upset than I did at the maze on my wedding day, but him turning up here with her… it’s like some sort of cruel joke.

“I realise we have our issues right now,’ he starts. I don’t let him finish.

‘Issues?’ I say. ‘Daniel, you’ve been cheating on me for… how long?’

‘That isn’t a conversation for right now,’ he says.

‘Our problems are filed under more than “issues”. I’ve never felt so humiliated.’

Daniel itches his beard anxiously. He is wearing the holiday clothes I bought for him, so I don’t suppose the bin men took his suitcase, which is a shame.

‘Well, you certainly levelled the playing field at the ceremony,’ he says, starting to sound defensive. Eva places a soothing hand on his forearm, which makes me want to rip hers off. ‘That was pretty humiliating.’

‘Well, I wasn’t going to marry you, was I?’

‘The way you called things off though…’

‘Daniel, I saw the two of you together, in the maze, talking, confessing your love for each other, kissing… Do we have to do this with her here?’

He ignores the last part.