I cannot shake my instinct that my baby didn’t die, and they lied to me. I still can’t remember ever seeing my baby and holding her and spending time with her, despite all of them telling me that I did. Did Zac somehow get her smuggled into Montenegro, then out again?

‘Holly?’ George puts a hand on my waist, as if he thinks I will buckle without support. ‘Do you need to sit down?’

I am trying to remember if I ever saw any paperwork to prove that my baby died. I have no recollection of any, but everything was a blur, then, and Zac dealt with all the forms.

I shake my head. ‘I’m tired, that’s all.’

I try so hard to re-live the feel of her tiny shape and weight in my arms, and her cold body, with no pink, hard like wood, hard like Jane’s body was. But no matter how I try, there is nothing. If it were true, surely there would be at least a faint shadow of a memory?

‘You’re shaking, Holly.’ Somehow, he has given me to Maxine, whose hand is on my arm. ‘Maxine, can you take her in the kitchen? Maybe find her something to eat?’

‘Your kitchen is disgusting, George,’ Maxine says. ‘You will probably poison us both.’

‘You go,’ I say to her. I am fed up with being told what to do. ‘I’ll be right there.’

Maxine gives me a look, but she sits me on the edge of George’s desk and then goes. I can hear her opening the fridge, searching through cupboards, banging things onto the counters.

George reaches up, pushes a stray lock of hair from my face as I peer at the screen. ‘You okay?’

‘Yes. But look here: “1.6 metapa”.’ I point. ‘Is that Serbian for metres? Is it for Eliza’s height?’

He nods.

‘Is it some sort of mistake?’

‘No mistake, unless the doctor or nurse who wrote it down made it.’

‘Well, it’s wrong. Eliza has to be at least 1.7 metres – she’s four or five centimetres taller than I am.’

A new thought occurs to me. It is something that started in a tiny corner of my brain when I said that deleting the hospital’s CCTV from the cloud was the sort of thing George could do. Such an action is also in Frederick Veliko’s skill set. ‘Can you see if there’s any record of Jane Miller in Montenegro at the same time? Try Jacinda Molinero too.’

‘We looked for Jacinda Molinero when you gave us the name a couple years ago. We found nothing, then.’

‘It wouldn’t hurt to try again now. She may have used it since. She would have felt safe with that name. She would have thought it low risk that anyone would be looking for it.’