‘What the fuck?’ he screams suddenly and scrambles past where I’m sitting. He climbs onto a chair and reaches for Elisabeth’s painting on the wall. ‘What the fuck,’ he says again, over and over. ‘How—’

‘Eirik,’ I say, keeping my voice low, ‘You and I have both been the victims of a very twisted individual. Leah Iverson—’

‘Shut up!’ he screams at the top of his lungs. ‘I don’t understand! I don’t understand…’

‘Listen to me,’ I say. ‘You haven’t done anything wrong. You’re in shock. We need to get out of here. Eirik, please. Think about the elections. Think about our home. Think about our baby. The baby we’re going to have. You and me. When we get out of here. We just need to get out of here.’ He falls silent and sinks down on the floor in front of me, crying quietly now. It’s several minutes before he speaks again, and when he does, his voice is strangely controlled.

‘I can’t bear it any longer, I’ll never get over what happened. Venezuela. Then Elisabeth committed suicide. And then my client, Leah Iverson, committed suicide, too, not even two months later. I love you, Eirik. Please find a way to move on without me,’ says my husband in that strange, low voice.

‘What—’

‘Write it,’ he hisses. ‘Write what I just said. Along those lines. In your own words.’ He picks the pen off the table again and throws it at me. ‘I didn’t want to have to do this, Kristina,’ he whispers, burying his face in his hands. ‘When you told me on Friday that she was your client, my world just fell to pieces. It had never occurred to me, not for a moment. But it was pretty obvious that you genuinely had no idea about what had happened, or about the pregnancy. It meant nothing, I swear on my life, it meant nothing at all, and I made it really fucking clear to her that I wanted her to get rid of it. I think she lived in some crazy fantasy world where she thought I’d leave you for her and we’d shack up together and play happy families. She threatened me and said she would tell you, and everyone else, the truth about me. Then she just disappeared. I assumed she’d come here, so I drove here but when I got here, the sleazy ex’s car was parked next to hers so I went straight back home.’

‘Wait, last Saturday? When I was at Camilla’s? That’s why you didn’t come?’