I hug everyone before they leave the café and thank them at least a hundred times. There are loads of ‘best of luck’ wishes and ‘stay in touch’ comments. I’m giddy with happiness and heartbroken with sadness at the same time. Mostly, I’m blown away by their kindness. I was not expecting that. I can’t wait to ring Lucas and tell him what they did for me. I’m moving up a gear now. I can’t wait for the wedding.

I’m still thanking Muriel when she hands me a coffee and tells me to take my time. I go out to the back of the shop and hang up my coat for the last time. I’m taking my bag from the floor when the newspaper falls out. It opens on page ten.

Avril Ryan was thirty-four years of age when she mysteriously disappeared. Her body was found at the bottom of a disused slurry pit at Huntley Lodge. It mentions the ‘Cabhrui’ website for the first time and says the police are only interested in information about Avril Ryan and are not interested in pursuing any other avenues with regard to services provided by the site.

My breath buckles, my eyes open wide and I read it again. Does that mean they’re not going to arrest anyone who used the services of the website? That’s what it sounds like to me. If that’s the case, I have nothing to worry about. I’m free. This is great.

I continue down the paragraph and read about her life. I already know a lot of the information on the page from social media. She was single. She had a love for dogs and took care of her elderly neighbour.