‘Did you need the fucking alibi?’ I say again. ‘You didn’t, you had it already, didn’t you? From the CCTV at Mattie’s.’ My mind flashes back to Stephen Black shoving me against the wall. The shoe, the belt, the animal.

Pushing my chair backwards, I head for the door. ‘Next time you want to talk to me call my lawyer.’

My whole body is shaking. I need some water or I’m going to faint. I can’t believe I did that. Turns out Louise has a lot more guts than Becca ever had. Heading down the corridor, I stop to get some water from the vending machine. My mind is in turmoil. She thinks Danny or Dad killed Katie. The problem is… so do I.

Back at Jeff’s, the room feels lonely. I was hoping he’d be here so I could tell him what happened with Turner, tell him how brave I was. Maybe it’s good he isn’t here. I’ve been relying too much on the man over the last few days, I need to do things for myself, make my own decisions. But there is so much to think about, so much to decide, and this feeling of not belonging won’t leave me. I feel separated from everyone else, awkward, like I’ve shown up to a funeral in fancy dress. I need to calm down. Relax, Louise, relax.

So I sit on the couch with a coffee from Jeff’s fancy percolator. It took me ages to figure out how it worked, but I did. Slurping the foam, I lick my lips and consider doing nothing for a while, even an hour, just nothing.

But it’s impossible, my mind is in overdrive. I have to do something, but what? What do you do when you find out your mother who has just died is not your mother? That Becca Wall is dead too, has been for a very long time. And me, what about me? The girl I was last week, where is she? Also dead. A different kind of dead.

With my mind bouncing from me, to her, to him, to what the fuck, it finally settles on Katie Collins. Jesus, the woman died trying to find me, her long-lost sister. Her baby’s aunt.

A gust of fear blows through my body. I’m weak and I want to puke. Did I cause all this? No, Mom did. The woman Danny and Dad expect me to bury, standing, in a black coat, shedding white tears beside the coffin. I don’t know if I’ll be able to do that, if I want to do that.