She rolls over on the bed, then winces, feeling something hard in her pocket against her hip. She pulls it out – it’s the memory stick Robin gave her. She squints at it. What could this possibly show her that Robin thought was so important?

But curiosity pulls, and she gets up from the bed and fetches her laptop. Slowly, the video loads.

‘So, tell me about Sophie,’ a voice from behind the camera speaks: Simon.

‘What’s there to say?’ Finn replies, trying to push the camera away.

Sophie looks at her boyfriend on the screen. This is the man she knew. Embarrassed at being filmed. Nervous, pushing his glasses back up his nose with his middle finger. The slight awkward hunch of his back. And shit, she misses this guy, so, so much.

‘How did a nerdy old scientist like you get someone as lovely as her?’

Finn laughs. ‘No idea. But I’m a lucky man.’ He pauses. ‘I’m going to ask her to marry me.’

Sophie watches as Simon leans forward and gives Finn a hug. ‘Good for you, mate,’ he says.

‘I’ve no idea if she’ll say yes.’ Even after all the time they’ve been together, Sophie’s surprised by his lack of confidence. Of course she would have said yes. Yes, a million times over.

She pauses the video and gets up, fetching the little velvet box from Finn’s suitcase. She takes the diamond ring from its cushion and puts it on her finger for the first time. It fits perfectly, and she looks at it for a second, the stone sparkling in the light.

She presses play again.

‘Course she will,’ Simon says. ‘So, tell me about her. How did you meet?’

‘University, where else?’ Finn replies. ‘She asked me out.’

‘Why doesn’t that surprise me.’ Simon laughs.

‘And at first I couldn’t work out what she was suggesting. Sophie was – still is!’ Finn corrects himself. ‘This incredible woman. She’s smart, beautiful – you’ve met her,’ he directs to Simon behind the camera. ‘Much too good for me.’

‘Much,’ Simon confirms.

‘And she was asking me out. I couldn’t believe it. I still can’t believe it. Every morning I wake up next to her and can’t work out how I got so lucky.’

‘I’m pleased for you, mate. But yeah, get her to marry you before she twigs what a loser you are.’

‘Exactly.’ Finn smiles and looks into the camera. Sophie feels like he’s looking right at her, and she starts to cry, her vision blurring. ‘My luck can’t hold out forever.’

She hears Finn start to talk about Robin, but tunes it out. She can’t stand the irony. That this was almost the exact moment his alcoholism caught up with him and his body failed. That Sharp ate the wrong sandwich and died.