‘And you certainly don’t need to worry about Harry, or Mags, or anyone else who might want to stick their oar in. I’m here to look after you now and I won’t let anyone hurt you. Em, you’re safe with me – if I see any sign of Harry, I’ll send him packing. We’re a team. Does that sound OK?’

Emily is quiet for a moment, before she says, ‘That sounds absolutely perfect.’

They spend the next few days soaking up the sunshine, Emily arranging herself prettily on a sun lounger each morning, while Rupert pulls his slightly to one side into the shade. He burns easily and doesn’t want to look like a lobster when they both look back on their honeymoon photos. He is frantically checking emails – trying to keep up with all the work that still floods his inbox even whilst on holiday – tapping quietly at his phone screen while Emily dozes. She wants to try scuba diving later, and he absolutely has to get these figures back before lunchtime. She has still been a little subdued since their conversation over dinner, and Rupert can’t shake off the nagging feeling that there is still something bothering her. He’ll bring it up tonight at dinner, he thinks, just double-check that she is OK. He goes back to his figures, not noticing when Emily stretches and sits up, reaching over for the suntan lotion and smoothing it into her legs. He doesn’t notice when she shifts on her sun lounger, rolling over so she is propped on one shoulder, facing him.

‘Rupert.’

Rupert holds up one finger, his eyes running down the column of figures in front of him. ‘One minute, Em, I really need to get this checked and back to the office. Grab a cocktail if you want, I won’t be long.’

‘Rupert, I wanted to ask you something.’ Emily sits up, sprinkles of sand clinging to her ankles and feet.

‘Just give me a minute, please? I promise, I won’t do any more work today once this is done.’ Rupert reaches out a hand and strokes her thigh, as he saves the document and attaches it to an email. ‘There, done.’

Emily shakes her head and lowers herself back down onto the sun lounger, a frown drawing her brows together as her words come out in a rush. ‘Rupert, tell me about Caro.’

‘Caro?’ Rupert stalls, his heart rate speeding up. Glad he is wearing sunglasses, he risks a glance towards where Emily lies, but she has her eyes closed as she waits for his response. ‘What… what do you want to know about her?’ He supposes it was inevitable that Emily would ask questions about Caro eventually.

‘What happened?’

‘You know what happened. She died.’