In the middle of the night Lizzie woke. Her eyes half opening, trying unsuccessfully to adjust to the dark. She moved her hand marginally – just enough to feel if he was still in the bed. He was. She expected he would be asleep after last nights drinking, but she listened hard to hear if his breathing was steady.

When she was sure he was asleep, she quietly slid out of the bed, padded round and felt for the familiar door handle.

She didn't go into the en-suite, instead w...