Eirik half carries me as I limp over to the sofa. He places a large mug of freshly brewed coffee on the table in front of me.

‘My poor girl,’ he says, leaning in to plant a kiss on my cheek. Then he goes back to the front door and begins the slow and cold task of getting us out of here. He is wearing light jeans, a cashmere jumper and a lightweight down jacket, hardly the attire for unearthing an entire building devoured by snow, but it’s not like he thought he’d have to do that when he set off from Oslo yesterday. As the cabin is built on a slight slope, the snow will be deeper at the back of the building where the door is, so the windows facing onto the valley might be a better bet.

‘Try the windows, babe,’ I say. I sip my coffee and focus on taking deep, even breaths. The combination of the strange, unsettling situation we’re in and the terrible pain in my ankle is making my anxiety, which I have managed well for over a decade now, rear its ugly head. It’s like the bubble of boiling water in the pit of my stomach. And it’s like that moment after you realize you’ve seriously hurt yourself, before the pain crashes over you. A prolonged wince. I am itching to get back to Supernova, but I have to wait until Eirik has managed to get outside.

‘Did you tell anyone you’re here?’ I ask. ‘As in, is there anyone who might come and look for us if we don’t return?’

‘Like who?’

‘I don’t know? A friend? Bjørn?’ Bjørn is Eirik’s older brother, and they’re close enough to speak several times a week.

‘Nope. After that weirdo came to the house and I couldn’t get hold of you, I just got in the car.’

‘Thank God you did.’

We smile at each other and in this moment, I am overwhelmed by my love for this man. I know in my heart what a good man he is, and I’m furious with Leah for planting even a sliver of doubt about my marriage in my head.

‘But babe, how are you even going to get back down to the car? It must be, what, two meters deep?’

‘Yeah. Jesus. You’re right.’

‘You’ll have to make your way out through a window and then dig the front door free from the outside. Then we’ll have to focus on how to get you to the car or at least somewhere with phone reception.’ Eirik nods and pulls his iPhone from his jeans pocket as though he might suddenly have reception in this most remote of places.

‘Fuck, I only have twenty-six percent battery.’

‘Where’s the charger?’

‘In the car.’ We stare at each other. For a moment I almost feel the urge to laugh.