Casey stared out of the car window. Men sat on white plastic chairs in the shade of the motorway bridges, watching the world go by.

‘Oh, but I would so love to see some of the countryside,’ Casey protested. ‘You don’t see anything from the plane. You might as well be anywhere. In fact’ – she dipped her head like a princess – ‘could you arrange for us to take the train from Dhaka down to Chittagong, and then a car onwards? It’ll be an adventure.’

‘Of course,’ Raz smiled round at her. ‘It would be no problem.’

In the smart Dhanmondi district, they passed through airport sensors before checking into the hotel. Security in Dhaka had jumped after an attack on a restaurant just a few years earlier, when the militants stormed in, and sprayed the crowd with bullets, not champagne. So now a bored security guard ambled round the car, checking for bombs with a mirror.

‘He would never find a thing,’ Raz whispered back at them, so that Casey almost grinned.

A tired hotel receptionist stared at Emily’s passport for a long moment, and Casey felt her heart rate surge.

‘It’s so exciting to be here at last,’ Casey beamed at the receptionist, lighting up the room. ‘Have you worked here long?’

The receptionist smiled back, not understanding the patter of English.

‘You are most welcome to the Rose Petal Inn,’ she recited. ‘Here is your keycard.’

‘I will message you later,’ Raz said. ‘About the train journey.’

And he was gone.

Their room was generously sized, and could have been anywhere. There was one bed. Ed looked at it.

‘I can sleep on the floor again.’

They laughed, Casey meeting his eye for the first time since they got off the plane. You promised.

‘I can go downstairs and tell them that Mr Burton-Smith snores like a train if you want,’ offered Casey. ‘And that I must sleep alone.’

‘It’s fine,’ said Ed. ‘I don’t mind if you’re OK.’

‘I’m so shattered,’ Casey yawned. ‘I’ll just pass out.’

‘And we won’t be here very long anyway,’ he said.

‘No,’ she said, thinking. ‘Raz said the baby would be brought to Dhaka. And that means the mother is somewhere else at the moment.’

It was odd, averting her eyes as he changed. When Ed went for a shower, Casey hurried to the mirror, peering at herself pensively.

‘Why didn’t Miranda come out to Dhaka?’ Ed came out of the bathroom, rubbing his hair dry. ‘I think some of that bloody dye is coming out, you know. I’m going patchy.’

‘She’s tied up in London,’ Casey said quickly. ‘And she thought Hessa could use the experience, anyway.’

‘Sure.’ He tugged off the silky bedspread. The air conditioning sighed.

Casey lay down beside him, careful not to touch.

‘Are you sleeping all right at the moment?’ she asked into the silence.

‘Are you?’

‘No,’ she said quietly.