He pulls something out of his pocket and holds it up to show me. It’s my contraceptive and my anti-depressants. My heart sinks and a flutter of nerves hits me. I look back at his face. He looks devastated and hurt and for a moment I struggle to think of what to say.

‘What are these?’ he asks.

He already knows though. I can tell. ‘I … I’m on the pill,’ I admit to him with a shrug.

His jaw clenches and his shoulders slump. For a moment I think he’s going to burst into tears.

‘I’m sorry,’ I tell him. ‘I’m on anti-depressants and I didn’t want to tell you. And I can’t get pregnant if I’m on anti-depressants as it could be harmful to the baby.’

A frown line forms between Liam’s eyes. ‘When did you go to the doctor?’ he asks.

I take a step towards him.

‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ he asks. ‘Discuss it with me?’

I can see he’s hurt that I’ve kept a secret from him.

‘I was embarrassed,’ I tell him. I sit beside him and take his hand. ‘I’m sorry.’

He doesn’t respond.

‘I won’t be on the anti-depressants forever,’ I reassure him.

‘Do I not make you happy?’ he asks. ‘Is that it?’

I shake my head vigorously and squeeze his hand. ‘No, of course you do. So happy! I love you. It’s not about you. It’s because of my mum. But I’m getting better. I’m feeling better. I don’t think I’ll need to be on them for long. And then we can try for a baby.’ I kiss his cheek. ‘And let’s just focus right now on getting off this island. We can talk about all this later.’

Liam nods.

‘I love you,’ he says. ‘I just want you to be happy. Us to be happy. That’s all.’

‘I know,’ I reassure him.

‘You’re not keeping any other secrets, are you?’ he asks.

I shake my head. ‘No, of course not.’

I feel a wash of shame and guilt come over me as he studies my face as though wondering if I’m lying to him. I’ve broken his trust and I know it’ll take some work to regain it.

‘I need to go outside,’ I tell Liam.

He frowns at me and shakes his head. ‘No. We’ve got to stay here, inside,’ he says. ‘It’s not safe out there.’ The whites of his eyes are gleaming, and he looks almost like a man possessed.

‘I need the bathroom,’ I say apologetically, glancing around at the chapel. It’s not like I can go in here.

He scowls. ‘OK,’ he finally allows. ‘But let’s be quick.’