He frowns. ‘What doesn’t?’

‘I messaged Dina after the wedding telling her that I was pregnant. I remember because I was pissed off that her replies weren’t more enthusiastic. Don’t you remember?’

Toby’s cheeks flush and he bites his lip as I realise…

‘Did you have her phone?’

‘I’m sorry.’

‘So it was you! You replied, pretending to be her!’ I sit down heavily on the edge of the unmade bed. This is all too real. All too awful and horrible and vile and whatever other bad words I can think of.

Toby comes across the room and stands in front of me, his eyes heavy with apology. ‘I’m so sorry. I hated doing that. But it was all part of protecting you. And then I worried that her phone might have been somehow traceable, so I got rid of it.’

I’m startled by the sound of my own phone ringing. I reach down to pick up my bag from the floor and extract my mobile. ‘It’s my dad.’

‘Are you going to answer it?’

‘I can’t. I can’t lie to him. But he’s here in the hotel. How am I going to avoid him? I can’t do this! I can’t lie! Toby, what should I do?’ I see he’s left a message, so I play it on speaker. He says he’s in the conservatory downstairs having breakfast. He wants to know if I’m coming to join him.

‘What do you want to do? We could go down just to show our faces for ten minutes, if you feel up to it. We don’t have to talk much.’

‘No. No way. I can’t go down there. How can I face everyone – Madeline, Nick, your parents, my dad? It’s impossible. No. You’ll have to go down by yourself. Tell them I’m still asleep, or I that I don’t feel well. Say I’ve got a hangover if you like. I don’t care what you say. But I’m not going down there. I can’t.’

‘Okay, Zo. Okay. Don’t worry. Whatever you want to do is fine with me. Do you want me to call your dad back? Tell him you’re not feeling well?’

‘Maybe.’ I let out a breath. ‘I don’t know. Do you think it’ll be strange if I don’t go down? Suspicious? I really can’t face it. All I want to do is crawl under the duvet and hide.’