The sound of shouting woke Rose early the next morning. Bleary-eyed, she turned to face the open patio door. The curtain remained still, signifying there was little wind, but it was hot, so hot already. Rose’s body, covered in the white bed sheet, was damp with perspiration. She shifted and rose groggily to her feet. A quick look around told her that Tom was still sleeping, lying on his side, his broad back uncovered. She crept to the patio door, peeking her head out. The bright sunshine hurt her eyes and instinctively she shielded them with her hand. There were people in the sea already, she could see their figures looking like distant matchstick men, bobbing in the waves.
Rose padded back inside, pausing by the mini fridge to pour herself a large glass of water. As she gulped i
