‘You gave her your mother’s ring?’ Accusingly spat, the shrill tone of building rage and heartbreak sliced the air as hints of hysterical Morag came into play. Rose recoiled, pulling her hand out of sight and mouthing a sorry as Rob glanced back at her briefly. Rose’s nerves had become a jumbling mass of jelly.

‘Morag! I’m sorry.’ Rob put his hands on each side of her, trying to bring her focus to him. ‘I should have told you... I didn’t know how to do it when you got upset coming home... To make it easier... Rose and I... I asked her too... We are going to get married... I...