‘Me?’ He gave a surprised snort. ‘I’m fine . . . It’s just difficult looking at you . . . at what they did—’

‘Honestly, I’m fine.’ But their two expressions of being fine were clearly very different. ‘And Kit’s okay?’ She hadn’t seen him yet.

‘He’s fine.’

Fine, again. The word that said nothing, meant nothing.

He cleared his throat. ‘The police were here earlier.’

‘Oh?’

‘I told them they couldn’t talk to you till the doc had been. But they’ll probably come back later. They just want to ask some questions.’

‘Have they arrested the people who did it?’

‘No. No arrests yet.’

Clover felt her heart beat a little faster. ‘But they know who they are?’

‘Not yet, I don’t think,’ Ari said, his mouth drawn in a thin line. ‘But they’re examining CCTV. Don’t worry, they’ll find the bastards.’

She looked back at him. She could feel his anger.

‘How did they even know we were in there?’ she asked, looking over at Matty. ‘I mean, it’s a tucked-away little place. It’s hardly paparazzi central.’

Her friend could only shrug. ‘Someone must have seen him going in and made a call? . . . Or maybe someone saw him giving that little kid the autograph and that attracted attention?’

Clover frowned as something else came back to her. ‘. . . They were taking pictures. They were filming it.’ She paled at the thought of that footage being out there. ‘Is it in the papers?’ Clover looked at Ari. She knew the chalet received a delivery of the local and international newspapers every morning.

Ari looked away, clearly not knowing what to say.

‘It is.’ Clover’s voice sounded hollow.

‘Clo, don’t concern yourself with any of that. It’s irrelevant.’ It was Johnny again, playing dad. ‘You just need to focus on getting better.’

‘I want to see it.’

‘No.’ Johnny was firm.

‘You can’t stop me. You know I’ll be able to find it online anyway.’

Johnny stared at her with wide eyes. ‘Fuck’s sake, Clo! There’s nothing to be gained from it!’

‘I need to see it.’ Her voice was quiet but insistent. They all knew it was impossible to stop her from finding it one way or another.

‘Fuck’s sake!’ he said again through gritted teeth, striding from the room and barging past Ari without even thinking. The Johnny of last week would have been quaking in his boots at the prospect of just sharing space with Ari. How much things could change in a few days.

‘I agree with Johnny that you shouldn’t be looking at this yet,’ Ari said. ‘Your focus should be on your recovery. Looking forward, not back.’

‘But that’s just it – I don’t remember much about it. There’s just a hole in my mind, a few vague impressions that are more frightening without context. I have to see it in concrete terms.’