‘Monday?’ I said, feeling sick and hot. Nic was still watching me, and I pulled my spine back, deliberately. I shouldn’t have answered the phone, not here. I should have called her back later. ‘I have Mondays and Tuesdays off, so I could go then, until the next Monday.’

I’d have to miss group, too, I thought suddenly.

‘Okay,’ she said distantly, like she was reading something. ‘Monday to Monday. That works with the resort anyway. Means we don’t have to move if there’s a wedding the weekend before. I’ll tell Amanda.’

Nic turned, dressed. He picked up a piece of toast and gestured to me. I smiled and took a slice, holding it in front of my face for too long, no longer hungry. ‘Who’s Amanda?’

‘Oh.’ Lina laughed. I took a bite. It was rubbery and hard to chew. ‘She’s our wedding coordinator. At the resort.’

I tried to swallow. ‘You have a wedding coordinator?’

‘Of course!’ She sounded amused. ‘It’s so much easier than doing everything ourselves from over here. She’s great, and she’s organising everything—all the accommodation and the food and flowers and the legal stuff over there. All we have to do is tell her what we want and who is arriving when.’

I took another bite of toast so I wouldn’t have to speak, the first piece still lodged in my throat.

‘I swear, Caitie, organising a wedding in Bali is so easy. You can book out a whole resort and nobody has to bus it in or anything.’

‘You’ve booked out a whole resort?’ My mouth was still full, dry, dryer now.

She paused. ‘A little one. For the weekend.’

‘Oh.’

Nic looked in my direction again, a question on his lips, and I shook my head. Nothing. It was fine.

‘It’s so pretty, Cait.’ Her voice rose, sped up just a fraction. ‘All the villas have freestanding baths right there in the rooms, and they all open on to this pool and lounge area with a cute little bar, and the beach is just there. They have this little coconut grove down the side with a stream and a path and timber pavilion over a waterfall. That’s where we’re having the ceremony.’

I went to say something, to make a noise like I was listening, but she went on before I could.

‘We only have the whole place from the Friday to the Monday, but we can book rooms during the week, we just have to tell Amanda. I’m emailing her now.’

‘Okay.’

I could hear her typing. ‘I’ll book the flights as soon as I get off the phone. You have your passport, yeah?’ But before I could answer she said, ‘Of course you do. Who am I asking?’

‘I’m not sure when it expires though,’ I lied.