Darcy knows he’s right, but deep down she also knows it isn’t either of those things causing her mood. ‘I’m just over doing long distance.’ Her fiancé should be referring to the house they share as ‘home’. It makes her jaw clench tight, but is she overreacting?

‘He’ll be back in Sydney for good soon, Darce.’

She nods, not trusting herself to say anything else for fear she might start crying in the middle of the farmers’ market.

Ed slings his arm around her. ‘Come on, I’ll buy you a lemonade.’ As they join the end of the line, there’s a child having a massive tantrum in front of them. Ed doesn’t seem to notice the child lying on the ground kicking and screaming, instead he points out a sign announcing a new raspberry-flavoured lemonade. ‘Shouldn’t lemonade be strictly lemon flavour?’

But Darcy can’t draw her attention away from the child, who now has snot hanging from her nose, her cheeks red and blotchy. The parents are unsuccessfully trying to reason with the distraught little girl. The task looks harder than dealing with any of the highly strung contestants on The One.

‘How does anyone want one of those?’ she whispers to Ed, her eyes like magnets on the child. The mother looks up, somehow having heard Darcy’s hushed whisper despite the piercing noise her child is making. She sends her a look that fills Darcy with guilt.

‘Maybe I should try the raspberry,’ Ed debates, flavour of utmost importance, somehow still oblivious to the scene unfolding in front of them. ‘Oh, look, she got the raspberry.’ Ed points to a girl turning away from the stall with freshly purchased raspberry lemonades in hand.

But then Ed makes a gurgling sound in the back of his throat, as though he’s drowning in his own saliva.

Darcy manages to peel her eyes away from the outburst in front of them and sees what Ed is looking at.

Sienna. Sienna holding two raspberry lemonades. She’s alone, but clearly not at the market alone.

‘Hey,’ Sienna says, panic washing over her face.

Darcy wishes she hadn’t been paying so much attention to the screaming child. Maybe she would have seen Sienna in the line and been able to suggest a fresh juice instead.

‘Hi.’ Ed’s body has become stiff next to her. Darcy glances at him. The pain of the recent break-up with Sienna is rushing to the surface of his skin in the form of sweaty patches. Darcy hasn’t seen Sienna in over a month, since before she knew she was a cheater. She feels a swell of protectiveness for Ed rush through her body.