‘Yeah.’ He reaches for a polo shirt, then changes his mind and swipes a white Ralph Lauren shirt off a hanger. Nearly, Rav, I think, you nearly slipped up. ‘How are you feeling this morning?’ He buttons the shirt, then perches on the side of the bed, taking my hand in his. I have to fight the urge to recoil.

‘Oh, better,’ I say. ‘I’m sorry I frightened you, I scared myself if I’m honest. I’ve never sleepwalked before.’ And I haven’t. I remember the bitter taste of the tea; the way exhaustion had overwhelmed me. ‘I think maybe I’ll steer clear of the tea before bedtime in future.’

‘Might be an idea.’ Rav tries on a smile, but it doesn’t stick, his brows coming together in its place. ‘Will you be OK today? I was thinking I would go to the meeting this morning, and then come back here. Work from home. We could go for lunch after you pick Mina up. We need to talk about what happened last night, don’t you think?’

‘I’ll be fine, Rav. You’re busy, you won’t get anything done here and I know that case is important to you. Last night was a one-off. It won’t happen again.’

‘What about Naomi? Or Mum? She could come over and spend some time with you.’ A pulse flickers under his eye, a persistent twitch. He doesn’t want me to be alone with the children, I think. Maybe he’s worried I’ll take them before he does. I smother the urge to laugh at the idea that Rav has the same fears I do. I need things to be normal. I need Rav to believe me when I say I am OK.

‘Honestly, Rav, you don’t have anything to worry about. I sleepwalked – that’s all. If you call Avó she’ll only make you drive her over.’ I slide my hand out from under his, push back the duvet. ‘It was just a stupid nightmare, Rav. You go. You’ll be late if you don’t get a move on.’ Rav frowns and gets to his feet. I shouldn’t have said that about being late.

‘If you’re sure?’

‘Positive. See you tonight.’