I’m in the bathroom when I hear Danny’s car pull up outside. The king of the castle is home and I’m nervous. I haven’t been in the same room as him since he warned me off asking about Katie Collins. I’m going to have to tell him what’s been going on, that Katie Collins came to Boston looking for me, that Turner is questioning me like I’ve something to do with her death. I wonder, should I tell him now, while he’s in good form, or should I let him enjoy this moment?

‘Hi Becca,’ Danny says, pushing past me into the kitchen with a lightness to his step. New dad syndrome. His voice sings Liam’s name when he sees the crib. Devoted, standing there all coos and aahs, Danny cradles Liam close to his chest. Liam’s eyes are blinking at his daddy. I haven’t seen Danny this happy in a long time. I don’t want to ruin it.

But I ruin it. We’re all sitting down at the table slurping Joanna’s bolognese when Danny walks over to the pile of gifts stacked in the corner of the room. He’s picking something out of his teeth with a toothpick when he says, ‘Some amount of gifts.’

Instantly I look to Joanna. Did you hide it, Joanna? Please say you did. I nod my head at her, my face red from the blood I can feel rushing to my head.

I mouth my question. Is it still there? But I know by Joanna’s nervous expression that it is. She didn’t get rid of it yet. Closing my eyes and crossing my fingers I pray that he doesn’t see the pink coat.

God must be busy. After checking out two other presents, he sees the Ziploc bag. Joanna’s eyes flash at me, teeth clenched, hoping like me that he doesn’t investigate it.

No such luck.

At first Danny says nothing, staring at the jacket with a strange expression on his face. His skin burns red. His eyes seem frozen open, unable to believe what he is looking at. Then he turns to Joanna, his lips moving but no sound, like he’s miming at her. Eventually he shouts, ‘Where did you get this?’

Joanna rushes over to where Liam is lying in the crib, saying, ‘Danny, take it easy, the baby.’

‘Where did you get this?’ he repeats, gripping the old baby coat tightly in his hand.

Joanna looks at me, then back to Danny. She doesn’t know how to explain it.

‘Bert sent it,’ I say. Danny is speechless again, eyes wide with madness. Why is he so upset? It’s only a baby coat. Why is it freaking Danny out so much?