‘We walked. As I said before, it’s so close it’s not worth getting a taxi,’ I reply. My stomach rumbles but I ignore it.

‘Can you talk us through what happened last night from when you arrived at Ian’s apartment?’

I open my mouth to speak but Becker interrupts me.

‘This was around eleven, right?’

I nod and Becker notes down the time. Her jaw is clenched as though she’s stifling a yawn.

‘We got there, and Ian put some music on before he went into the kitchen to make drinks. We were talking about what movie to put on.’

‘Did you follow him in to the kitchen?’

‘Yes. Well, I stood in the doorway. Ian was putting everything on a tray to bring back into the lounge. He wanted us to have gin and tonic. That’s why the knife was there, he used it to slice the lemon.’

‘He sliced the lemon?’ Hicks confirms.

‘Yes,’ I sigh.

‘Okay, please continue,’ Becker says.

‘I sat on the sofa and he put the tray on the coffee table. He knelt on the carpet, sliced the lemon and poured our drinks. He sat on the opposite sofa and was flicking through the Sky box for what to put on.’

‘What happened next?’ Hicks’s eyes drill into mine, trying to ascertain if I am telling the truth. I have no reason to worry.

‘I got up to use the bathroom. I was feeling a little tipsy and I wanted a moment to gather myself. When I got back, Ian had moved onto the sofa I had been sitting on and was holding my drink out towards me.’

‘Why do you think that was?’ Becker asks.

‘I don’t know. It tasted funny, but I didn’t say anything, I just took a sip and held my glass in my lap. He drank his quickly and wanted me to keep up. Something didn’t feel right.’

‘How did Ian seem?’

‘Weird, hyper maybe. He was agitated.’

‘And what did you do?’

‘I had another sip of my drink, to be polite more than anything, then I told Ian I wasn’t feeling well and was going to call a taxi. He said he would do it and took his mobile into the kitchen, but I don’t think he called anyone. When he came back, he was pushing me to finish my drink and snapped at me when I refused.’

‘What did he say?’

‘He said I was no fun. I stood to leave, but he pulled me back onto the sofa. I tried to push him off me, but he was too strong.’ Tears come thick and fast, no acting required. I will never forget last night as long as I live.

‘Do you want to take a break?’ Hicks asks, his face full of concern. It isn’t something I’ve seen from him so far and it takes me by surprise.