I fill him in on what I know so far. Andriu soon realises there is no punchline but it’s difficult to gauge his reaction. I’m in a panic and yet he seems to be laughing it off like it’s nothing at all. Cool Andriu. Still nothing fazes him.

Eventually I move on to the subject of Faye and Andriu’s mood shifts slightly. He’s not chuckling now.

‘Have you heard from her?’ I ask.

Andriu shakes his head before speaking. ‘She did try to contact me once or twice at the start. She sent a few messages but I didn’t reply. I thought a clean break was the best thing for us… How is she?’

Hearing him mention her name brings back a lot of memories. Sad memories. Andriu broke her heart. The sound of her crying that night – it was torture listening to her pain travelling through every room in the house. Suddenly I feel like I’m betraying Faye.

‘I don’t really know. I haven’t seen her in a long time. I spoke to her on the phone for the first time a few days ago. I think she’s okay.’ I remember the sound of her slurred words. ‘I hope she’s okay.’

‘Why? Did something happen?’ Andriu says, keeping his eyes on me as he lifts his mug to his lips. I don’t want to tell Andriu that Faye was drunk and upset when she rang me; it’s none of his business.

‘No, nothing. Just the Huntley Lodge thing.’

‘Do you think she had something to do with it?’ he says, knocking me for six.

‘Faye? What are you talking about? Why would Faye have anything to do with it?’ My voice sounds a bit defensive.

‘No, just when you said you hope she’s okay, I thought maybe you…’

‘No. God, Andriu. Faye didn’t have anything to do with it.’

Andriu places the mug back down on the table, his eyes following his action before he lifts his steady gaze to me again.

‘Oh well, that’s good,’ he says, nonchalantly, but freaking me out at the same time.

‘Why do you think she could have had something to do with it?’

‘No, I’m not saying that. It’s just she had gotten so weird and paranoid before I left.’

He rubs his hand through his hair, saying, ‘To tell you the truth, Tara, Faye changed. She’d become possessive or crazy, something I couldn’t put my finger on, but she was different to the Faye I had grown to love.’

‘But you were the one who cheated on her, Andriu.’ I can’t believe I’m saying this out loud but I can’t let him forget what drove her over the edge that day. She was right to be paranoid.