‘Yeah. Of course. But Eirik, there is something I just don’t understand… How did you find me?’

‘I found you on Find My iPhone.’

‘Ah.’

‘Clever, huh? When I’d got the coordinates, I went on Google Earth and screenshotted the map so I’d be able to find it even if reception was bad. There was only one cabin, so I knew this must be where you were. But Jesus Christ, how remote is this place? Why did you come here alone? I need to know what’s happened. I’ve been so afraid.’

‘I’m sorry, honey,’ I whisper. And I am sorry. Eirik must have been terrified.

‘Where did you find the note? And why did you she write about you?’ I think of Supernova and the MacBook on the floor under where we are sitting. I don’t know why, but I know I must keep its existence from Eirik for now. We need to talk about your husband.

His hands have stopped moving in my hair; he’s waiting for me to answer. My heart is hammering so loudly it feels like he’d hear it if I open my mouth to speak. I take several deep breaths, calm my mind down, and tell myself that I have the tools to handle this.

‘That guy. Anton. He told me that she was unnaturally preoccupied with me. And that she’d been writing about me,’ I say. ‘Like she wrote about him. I decided that I wanted to speak to her about it.’

‘Why didn’t you tell me this on Friday?’

‘I don’t know. I guess I forgot.’ Because I didn’t know about Supernova yet.

‘And had she?’

‘What?’

‘Written about you?’

‘I don’t know. I’ve looked around but there’s nothing. Just the note. And my diary.’

‘Your diary? How did she get hold of that?’

‘Honestly, I just don’t understand it. She must have taken it from my office during one of our sessions.’

‘Jesus, that’s so creepy.’

‘Yes.’

‘You shouldn’t have come here by yourself. You could have died out there.’

‘I know.’

‘So what happened after you found the note?’

‘Well, first I found some bloodstains. In the bathroom and in her bed, and the note was on the pillow. She said she couldn’t face the rest of her life after she’d lost the baby. By then, I was shocked and afraid; it had started snowing heavily and I worried I wouldn’t find my way back down to the car. Then I found her, shot. It was so horrifying and I couldn’t help running away and then I fell badly on the steep part of the track. I was knocked unconscious.’

‘Oh, baby.’

‘I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything…’

‘Shhh. I’m here now.’

‘Do you think you should go out there and do something? Bring her inside, or—’