The memory of that bubble bath I took on the day we arrived makes me almost cry. I content myself with imagining the first bath I’ll take when we get off the island. I close my eyes and let myself really picture it: the warm, soapy water, piled high with bubbles, my body entirely submerged. I might even pour myself a really large glass of wine to drink while I’m in the bath, medication be damned. The last few days have made me readjust my thinking on everything. I’ve had to remain in the present, not dwelling on the past. I’ve been forced to be active and to concentrate on survival, and that’s pushed all the sadness and grief to one side.

I can make it through this. I will get off this island. I have to; I’ve got so much to live for, so much I want to do with my life. I make a promise to myself here and now, that once I’m home I’ll get back to work and I’ll get back in touch with my friends, too. I’ll even make new ones. I’ll live up to all the potential my mum believed in, and which, until now, I always somewhat doubted. I’m never going to doubt my worth ever again, or waste another second of my life living in fear.

At the sound of a branch snapping outside, Liam and I both freeze. There’s a flapping of wings as a flock of birds takes flight, then another cracking branch. ‘What was that?’ I whisper, looking at Liam in fright.

Liam turns his head to listen too. We hear it again. Movement. Footsteps perhaps. Someone is outside, walking through the graveyard. Liam tiptoes unsteadily towards the entrance. I pull on his arm to stop him and he turns to look at me.

‘What are you doing?’ I mouth in alarm.

He points at the door. I shake my head vehemently. He can’t go outside. We need to stay in here. We need to hide. We have no idea what this stranger might do to us if we confront him. I look down at the switchblade in Liam’s hand and feel a flutter of fear, but before I can argue with him, he pivots and keeps on towards the door.

My heart starts to race as I watch him squeeze past the pew. It would be much safer to stay hidden, but Liam’s not that sort of man. He’s not going to let this guy get away with what he’s done, even if it means taking a risk. What good is a knife against a gun though? And Liam can barely walk. He definitely can’t move with any stealth, or run. It won’t be a fair fight.