‘I made it!’ he shouts. His face is red and elated, and though he is forty, he looks about fourteen in this moment. He squints in the sudden bright sunlight and pumps the pickax up and down, like an actor who just received an Academy Award. ‘Are you okay? This is going to take a while. Just stay where you are on the sofa, I should get through the door in an hour or so. Maybe two.’ He shouts.

‘Okay,’ I say and smile up at him from my icy tomb. I’m huddled underneath a duvet and two woolen blankets and still, I can’t help but tremble with cold.

‘I love you,’ shouts Eirik, and then he disappears from sight. I wait for several minutes, until I can hear the faint repetitive thud of the scooping bowl hitting the top layer of snow outside the front door. Then I turn over onto my stomach slowly to not prompt another onslaught of pain, and slide Leah’s MacBook back out from underneath the sofa.

I hesitate for a long moment, trying to breathe calmly, trying to maintain my composure in case Eirik suddenly reaches the front door – I’d only have a second to slip the laptop back under the sofa and face my husband. I’d need to make sure nothing about me would betray what I’ve read. And I fear what I’m about to read; I fear Leah will set about reducing Eirik to something other than what he has been to me for almost fifteen years, in just a few devastating sentences. I can hear him outside, but the digging still sounds distant, so I can assume I have a little more time. I have to know where she is going with this – I have the eerie image in my mind of Leah as my executioner, dropping an acrylic rope around my neck and pulling it tighter and tighter, watching me. And then – the moment that changes everything. Because sometimes it is a single moment that changes everything.