They’re not the words Fran would have used to describe her sister. She’d have chosen obedient, neurotic, bland and infuriating. They were as different as it was possible for two sisters to be, although, Fran concedes, she might share the ‘infuriating’ trait.

‘She was excited about the sweat lodge,’ Tom continues. ‘She happily shaved her head.’

Fran read about that in the papers – all the guests stumbling around the field and hotel grounds in swimsuits and bare feet, disorientated and dehydrated, their heads shaved. It was all part of the ritual apparently, the head shaving. They were abandoning their old selves, ready to be ‘reborn’ later.

‘She lasted until almost the end,’ Tom continues, ‘but something prompted her to leave.’

‘Something?’

He shakes his head. ‘I … I couldn’t say.’

Couldn’t, Fran thinks, or won’t?

‘Did anyone go after her?’ she asks.

‘I don’t know. I was … I had a duty of care to the others.’

His first lie. He didn’t look after anyone. He fled at the first sign of trouble. So much for his duty of care.

‘When did you realise she was missing?’ she asks, knowing full well that he wasn’t the one to raise the alarm.

‘Kate … Kate rang me. She told me there was no sign of Jenna but her’ – his voice thickens with emotion – ‘her flip-flops had been found at the edge of the cliff and …’ The words dry up and he turns away, swiping a hand under his eyes.

Crocodile tears. He did the same thing when he was interviewed outside the court before his trial. The man’s a sociopath, mimicking the response he thinks is expected of him. It’s ridiculous. She’s wasting her time. Jenna took her own life. And this fraud of a man couldn’t care less.

She looks at him, now openly sobbing, and shakes her head. She should lambast him for what he’s doing, extorting money from the vulnerable and the mentally unwell but she can’t be bothered. She wants to get back to her room, pack up her stuff, drive back to London and spend the rest of her weekend playing her violin and tending to her plants. The sooner she puts the whole sorry charade behind her the better. What a waste of bloody time.