‘You know what?’ she said. ‘Maybe I will have another glass of wine.’

She reached for the bottle and poured a small amount into her glass.

‘Here’s to you.’ She clinked her glass against his and took a sip. The wine – an expensive Merlot from Adam’s extensive cellar – tasted sour, but she swallowed it anyway.

‘That’s the same wine we drank the night we got together,’ Adam said. ‘Do you remember?’

‘How could I forget?’

She smiled at the memory. Adam had called to tell her he was in London, doing a book signing. They’d arranged to meet for dinner. He’d changed; that was the first thing she noticed when he greeted her in the restaurant. There was a lightness about his mood that reminded her of who he’d been when she first met him. Unlike the other times they’d met since the crash, their conversation didn’t focus on their memories of Vivienne. Instead, they spoke about films they’d seen recently, countries they wanted to visit one day, their plans for the future. At the end of dinner, when Adam asked if she wanted to join him in his hotel for a nightcap, she hadn’t hesitated.

‘One year next week,’ Adam said.

‘Is it really?’

‘You haven’t got a romantic bone in your body,’ he said. ‘How could you forget the date we first got together?’

‘I might have forgotten the date,’ she said, ‘but not anything else about that night.’

The best sex of her life. She was unlikely to forget it anytime soon. It was one of the reasons she’d agreed to move in with him three months later. Mistaking sex for love like she’d done too many times before. Telling herself this time would be different, because this was Adam.

She closed her eyes, exhausted. Adam wasn’t the problem; she was. If she wasn’t careful, she would spend the rest of her life repeating the same, tired old pattern – running away from every relationship as soon as it got complicated.

‘Hey.’ Adam squeezed her hand. ‘Penny for whatever dark thoughts are making you look like that.’

Tell him, the voice inside her head insisted. Tell him you’re having doubts. It’s normal. What’s not normal is not talking about them.

‘Adam, we need to talk.’

But the landline started to ring at the same time as she spoke, and he jumped up to answer it.

‘I’m expecting a call from Keith Mason,’ he said. ‘He called earlier, but I couldn’t speak to him. I told him to call the landline if he couldn’t get through on my mobile. You know what the signal’s like here.’