I tried to ask him once what had happened but he brushed me off, telling me Faye had changed. I told him Faye was heartbroken over what he’d done but he didn’t respond.

‘I guess he’s alright; I haven’t actually met him since he left. I’m not sure he’s even been to Dublin since.’

‘Well why are you meeting him next week, then?’

‘He’s coming to my wedding.’

‘You’re getting married?’

‘Yes.’

There’s silence for a moment. Faye is trying to digest the information.

‘Oh Tara, that’s wonderful, I didn’t know and here’s me waffling on. Who are you marrying? Do I know him?’ Faye’s voice is lighter, happier, reminding me of how she used to sound when I had some good news to share with her. I’m not sure if she’s just being polite or if she really is happy for me because Faye was always able to pretend. Unlike me. Faye used to say I was easier to read than a book and that I should learn how to wear a mask in case someday I needed it. Which I did.

‘No you don’t, his name is Lucas, he’s from Australia but he’s been living here the past two years because of work.’

‘Well congratulations, Tara, maybe I’ll meet him sometime.’

‘If you like you could—’ I’m about to suggest she could come to the wedding. It would really make my day to be reunited with my best friend on my wedding day. But that’s not why she’s on the phone and I very much doubt she’d want to be in the same room as Andriu.

‘No, no, no.’ She stops me before I finish. ‘After the wedding sometime, maybe. When this Huntley Lodge business goes away.’ When she mentions the name, my shoulders immediately slump. I don’t want to think about that now but I know that’s the only reason Faye Connolly is on the phone.

‘Say hello to him for me,’ she says.

‘Lucas?’

‘No, Andriu. Say hello to Andriu for me.’

‘I will.’ There’s a slightly awkward pause before she speaks.

‘Did you hear any more from the police?’

‘No. Not yet. Did they contact you, Faye?’

‘I think so, was one of them called Siobhan Lee?’

My heart starts to race again and the calm I was feeling earlier vanishes into thin air.

‘Yes.’

‘Well, she left a message on my phone.’

‘Fuck… did she? What did she say? Does she know if the body has been there for three years or more? Which would make us the residents of Huntley at the time.’

‘No she didn’t say but they must be thinking something like that… So, Tara…’

I’m nodding instead of speaking into the phone. ‘Sorry, yes?’

‘They’ll be asking a lot of questions about what was going on at Huntley around that time.’