I ignore my own room and sit outside hers, entertaining myself on my phone. The first clip I have saved is from our last holiday to Greece. I watch the video from the karaoke bar, us on the balcony, another of Stacey sunbathing and me zooming in on her face – to her tanned, freckled skin. One she recorded of us holding hands and walking along the sandy beach. I pause the clip when she kisses my cheek, studying the smile on her face, which matches mine.
