It took me eleven minutes to pack the whole week back into a suitcase.

I put the blue dress in first, then took it out and laid it flat in the bottom, because I was not done with it and did not want to look at it.

Then I sat on the edge of the bed with my shoes still on until the corridor outside went quiet.

At seven the next morning I stood at the purser’s counter with my key card in my fist.

“I need to get off in Cozumel,” I said.