Claudia moved her head from side to side, not quite a nod nor a shake of the head. ‘The Empress Memorial Fund was my idea, but I didn’t know the first thing about establishing a charity, I still don’t. Justin helped create a board of trustees made up of greater minds than mine, and we have a working party who do the actual work. It’s going to be down to them to make this happen.’

Leanne tapped her pen against the blank page, leaving a peppering of blue spots. ‘You’re taking a chance holding it outdoors in the middle of October.’

‘I know, and it’s too much to hope that it won’t rain, but we intend to erect a marquee for the refreshments, as long as it isn’t too windy. We did consider different venues, but there are survivors who won’t want to be part of a large crowd in an enclosed space. Victoria Park seemed to be a good compromise.’

‘Except for those who can’t bear to look at the theatre.’

‘I appreciate the park is close by, but some of the survivors have said they’ll find solace returning to the place where they found refuge that night.’

‘Will that include you?’ asked Leanne. ‘How are you going to feel?’

‘I expect I’ll be too busy for much reflection. I’m more interested in how everyone else will be coping,’ Claudia said, dodging the question again. ‘Your editor mentioned you’re writing a series of features about survivors. I’ve had the privilege of speaking to many of them, and their stories are incredibly moving. It seems that everyone has their own unique way of dealing with their trauma, which is why it’s been doubly hard to find a way to mark the anniversary in a way that’s inclusive and meaningful for everyone. I want the memorial service to reinforce what already exists in the town. A strong sense of community and camaraderie. You’ll see for yourself if you come along.’

‘It’ll be hard to avoid, and not just because of my job,’ Leanne said. ‘I live in Sedgefield.’

‘Oh, sorry, your accent threw me. I can’t quite place it.’

‘I’m originally from Leeds.’

‘What made you move to Sedgefield, of all places?’

Claudia’s expression was open, as if she really wanted to know. ‘I moved for love,’ Leanne said, waiting long enough for the softening around Claudia’s mouth to confirm she had fallen for the trap. ‘Love for myself that is. I was in a toxic relationship, and decided I deserved better, but I couldn’t face moving back in with my parents, so I packed a bag and crossed the Pennines.’

‘Wow, good for you. When did you—’