I duck down a little and turn back to see Christy chatting loudly, and animatedly, with another woman I recognise from the event Castro had taken me to after he had vanished for weeks on end.

The line begins to move and is finally getting smaller. I’m truly thankful there are more than a couple of people separating us, so at least I won't run into her in the toilets.

“So, are you guys still going away?” Christy's friend asks her.

I bring my hand to my mouth in shock. Did I really mean so little that he could replace me so quickly? All I have done for the last...