I found out a little more about her from the National Crime Agency. They asked me if I knew her by any other names, and then they asked if the name Abigail Jones-Rounier rang any bells. She was April’s age, the daughter of a Tennessee doctor whose wife left him. April brought up her sister, Dolores Jones-Rounier, pretty much single-handed, and then lost her to a drunk with a gun one New Year’s Day. Abigail vanished soon afterwards, but not before the drunk had been beaten senseless with a scaffolding pipe.

So maybe you could argue it wasn’t really me she loved. It was her baby sister, Dee. Everything she felt for me might only have been a shadow of that, it’s true. And yet I felt like April saw me and understood me like nobody else. Like I hope you will.

There’s one more thing for me to tell you about April. I had a card that’s clearly from her, even though it isn’t signed. It called me ‘honey’ and apologised for her terrible lack of judgement in Charlie’s character.

There was a key taped into it, too. For a Big Yellow storage facility. It has the address on the fob. And she’d circled it and written ‘not to be opened until your next, next birthday’.

I’m pretty sure I know what’s inside it. That she’s left me a comfortable life, and the option of clearing your debts if I want to. I’m not sure yet whether we should take it. Whether I should just leave it and everything to do with April behind.

I’ll certainly have to leave it until after all the court proceedings are done, and even then, it might get me into a lot of trouble if anyone finds out. Taking the proceeds of crime. But I’m still glad she sent it. And equally glad that she’s out there in the world, unarrested and probably kicking ass.

Anyway, I think that’s enough about April. This is supposed to be about us.

Such an awful lot of strangeness has come out of all this. Your fear for me. Your respect for what I did. And your sudden, absolute hatred of Dina for betraying you when things got tough. I actually think you calling her a manipulative cow might have been the most wonderful thing I’ve ever heard you say. I fully recognise that that’s a petty victory, but it doesn’t lessen my enjoyment of it one iota.