There was a loud bang and I turned around to see Annie making her way past me. She had flung open the door, which slammed against the wall in her haste to get to the radio on the other side of the room. When she reached it, she snatched the plug out of the wall socket.

I stood in the middle of the room, baffled by her raucous entrance.

‘Annie, what are you doing?’ I wailed – my body had been shocked out of sedation and I was bordering on fight or flight mode.

‘I will not have radios in this house, Daisy!’ Annie yelled as she stood in the middle of the room clutching the radio to her chest her eyes wide, her jaw tense. She was breathing fast.

‘What? Why, Annie, I didn’t mean any harm with it. I missed hearing music and Patrick lent it to me.’ I took one step to approach her. ‘I’m sorry if it was a little loud. I can keep it down or find some headphones.’ I scanned the room.

Annie took in a deep breath and put her hand over her mouth as she let it out slowly. Then she smoothed her hair down and brought the radio down away from her chest, the thin wire hung limply next to her.

‘I would appreciate it if you would not play it at all, Daisy.’ Annie’s voice was softer but wavering.

I narrowed my eyes at her, unable to work out what the outburst was about. But I was tired. It had been a long few days and Eve’s funeral had taken it out of me.

‘Okay,’ I said bluntly. As I looked directly at Annie, I held out my hand for the radio. Annie locked eyes with me and then slowly handed the radio over.

‘I cannot hear it again, Daisy. I must insist.’

I nodded and watched as Annie strode out of the room.

I blew out a breath. The tune was still in my ears, the whole incident had happened in a matter of seconds. I reluctantly placed the radio on the floor in the corner all the while churning over thoughts of Annie’s agitation over it, and whether she hated electrical devices or was it just the music she couldn’t stand. I wasn’t about to ask her either. I checked my phone and saw two messages from Patrick telling me he would miss me and to call him soon. Then my mind was no longer on Annie and her rage over the music, instead I was thinking of Patrick and the last words he spoke to me last night: ‘I loved her furiously, with so much passion, sometimes I had to conceal it because I feared I may damage her.’

I put the phone down without replying. I undressed and put on a cotton T-shirt to sleep in. The pregnancy had begun to make me feel hot at night and I often woke in a sweat. I lay down on my side and allowed sleep to envelop me.