‘I’m sorry, I got you out of bed,’ he says, eyes drawn to my pyjama bottoms before quickly returning to my face, a pinkness appearing on his own. ‘I wanted to bring something by and I – how are you feeling?’ he asks, as if registering he should have phoned first.

The truth is, physically, I feel much better today but I’m not ready to be hauled in for more questioning. ‘Like I just want to sleep,’ I tell him. ‘And sick,’ I add for good measure.

Harwood’s front teeth clamp down on his bottom lip. ‘I was hoping we’d be able to finish our conversation, Ms Harvey. Annie Webb has started talking.’

He must know this would stir me and I’m unable to hide the fact as my fingers drum against the door frame, my foot scuffing anxiously on the mat.

‘I rather hoped some more of your conversation had come back to you,’ he goes on.

I give a small shake of my head and, when I don’t say anything, he pulls in a tight breath before handing me a carrier bag. ‘What’s this?’ I ask.

‘Your brother asked me to give it to you. We found it in Ms Webb’s house. He says he doesn’t want it.’

I look inside the bag, pulling out Danny’s drawing pad. ‘Oh!’ My fingers trail across its cover. ‘He wanted me to have it?’ I glance up for confirmation. ‘Thank you. Thank you so much.’ He has no idea how much this means to me.

‘Ms Harvey,’ Harwood says, taking a step back as if what he’s about to say is just an aside when actually it’s anything but, ‘Annie Webb is saying it was an accident, that she never intended to hurt Iona Byrnes.’ He pauses, waiting for this to register. ‘I really need you to recall if anything to the contrary was suggested in your conversation the night before last.’ It’s clear he believes it was.

But Annie is saying it was an accident. That means she’s suggesting there was nothing pre-emptive about what happened. Nothing linking her to Iona, nothing that would help Harwood drag up the past. It means not only is she protecting Bob, she’s protecting my parents too. And after she’d so carefully manipulated it to look like Mum’s fault.

It’s possible Annie has weighed up her options and considered a charge of manslaughter is better than admitting the truth.

‘Ms Harvey?’ Harwood’s head hangs to one side. I blink and look up at him.

I need to tell him the truth. I have to. But I still need to speak to my sister first.

‘I’m really sorry, I still don’t …’ I wave a hand in the air. ‘I’m hoping after some more rest …’