There was more. I took three screenshots quickly and opened up her email app, attaching them and sending them to myself. When I looked up there was no sign of Emily but the barmaid was staring at me. I smiled at her then deleted the email I had just sent from Emily’s sent items, followed by the screenshots from her gallery, and I got the phone into her bag just as she came back up the stairs.

My phone buzzed as she sat down.

‘You look guilty,’ she said. ‘Is that Sophie? You haven’t read her column, have you?’

‘I haven’t. Cross my heart and hope to die.’

‘I don’t believe you.’

When we got up to leave the barmaid watched me all the way to the door.*