‘But of course, Alan knew you were alive. Marcelo told me he didn’t have the stomach for killing – maybe he was the one who let you go? But you don’t remember any of that, so here comes a man you don’t know, talking about a family you never knew you were a part of. Mark and Janine Williams, they were heralded for their foster caring, and I’m thinking they took you in, but maybe you never knew you weren’t theirs. And I’m thinking you weren’t too understanding when you discovered they hadn’t told you everything. You wrote a letter to Michael in prison, trying to explain what had happened, who you thought you were, as you were piecing things together. But Michael took the name Jeremy Cunningham in the letter as some kind of threat.’ I’d asked Michael if there’d been a name on the letter, to which he’d replied, almost with a laugh, oh, there was a name . . . they were just trying to push my buttons. ‘It makes sense he’d think that, especially if Alan had told him anything about what the Sabres had done to our mother. He didn’t believe it, and I’m in the press as a family traitor anyway, so who else could you turn to? Someone close to him. Lucy.

‘Lucy was waiting for you to arrive, and when you hadn’t yet, she was worried that you might be Green Boots. Trapped outside in a terrible accident. I thought she was worried about the general police presence an unsolved murder would bring, which would be hard for Michael. But she was worried that, if you’d frozen overnight, it would ruin her plans to not only reunite you with Michael, but also take the credit for it. She’d tried to identify the body: she’d checked the guest lists before I did. She asked me if the body looked like Michael. Not if it was Michael. She was asking about a family resemblance. She was on the roof trying to get a text through to you to check where you were.’ She’d told me this weekend was her chance to give Michael his family back. She hadn’t been talking about herself. ‘Another reason why she was so devastated when she realised who you might really be, and what you might have done: she’d invited you up here.’

‘It’s just the way you planned it, Katherine.’ Trust Andy to steal my thunder. ‘It’s a goddamn family reunion.’

There was only the shriek of the wind while everyone digested.

Finally, Jeremy spoke. ‘This is not what I expected, being in a room with you all.’