I stick my hand inside his left trainer, empty. His right. And there it is, shoved in the toe. Triumphantly I rush back to Oliver.

‘Look!’ I wave the purple velvet pouch in my hand.

‘What’s that?’

‘That,’ I say as I tip out the delicate silver chain with the pram charm onto his hand, ‘is the bracelet Adam gave me after I’d given birth to Harry. Remember? I told you about it when you brought me back. You wrote it down. Adam had said that he had bought it the morning after I had told him I was pregnant. That was the morning of the yacht accident. He told me that he bought it with the intention of giving it to me the day I gave birth. He did save it until the day I gave birth.’

Oliver turns the bracelet over in his hand but he doesn’t speak.

‘If I’m not really in Adam’s consciousness, but fabricating the whole thing with my mind, how could I have known to include this bracelet in my imagination? I didn’t know it really existed until today.’

‘It could be something you’ve brought here from the UK.’

‘It isn’t. The charm is handmade by the little shop by the cove near our hotel. You can check.’

‘Adam could have given it to you before the yacht accident and you’d forgotten.’

‘He didn’t.’

‘You could have seen it in his case after the accident.’

‘I haven’t had reason to go in his case.’ Why can’t he see it? ‘It’s real. Somewhere. Somehow, whether it’s a world Adam has manifested through his consciousness I don’t know, but there is another world with Adam in it. A place where I have visited. A place where he gave me this.’ I tap the charm on Oliver’s palm.

‘Anna, I understand that’s what you want—’

‘It’s real.’

‘It isn’t… it didn’t work.’

‘It is real,’ I say again. ‘All of it. It’s like we both exist in some alternative reality away from here. We’re living a life. A good life. The life we almost had.’

‘Scientifically—’

‘Fuck science! What about the bracelet? How do you explain that?’

‘On some level—’

‘On some level you think everything can be explained with science?’ I am calmer now.

‘I do.’