She was silent for a moment, letting her words sink in. There really was no hurry now she knew where the girls were, and she’d put bets on Matt and Ezra being there as well. ‘The sooner you tell me the truth, the sooner you get to hospital.’ She shrugged with feigned nonchalance. ‘Your call.’

Fiona’s teeth were clamped on her lower lip as she fought against the pain. Sara glanced down the hillside, watched Hailey reach the 4x4 and start searching inside.

‘I know all about Matt’s business,’ she said, as her mind finally put the pieces together. She couldn’t see Matt and Fiona as lovers. Hailey had been right when she said Matt wouldn’t do that, not with his upbringing and the beliefs his father had instilled in him. It was far more likely this was a business arrangement. ‘I’m guessing you might be his client.’

Fiona’s eyes flicked open, and Sara saw the panic, an admission of guilt.

‘This is your venture, isn’t it?’ Rage roared in her ears as she understood the truth. ‘Why, Fiona? Why would you do that to me and Milly? Why humiliate us like that? And your disgusting website.’ She smacked the boulder she was sitting on to stop herself from slapping the woman at her feet. ‘How could you?’

Fiona whimpered again, clearly in a lot of pain. It looked like her leg and elbow might both be broken. ‘Okay, let me tell you,’ she said, her words forced out from between clenched teeth. ‘None of your stupid guessing. You’re making a big fuss about nothing. If you hadn’t seen the video, you would never have known anything about it. So what harm would it have done? If Matt hadn’t decided to look at the videos to make sure they were loading properly, you’d have been none the wiser.’ Defiance shone in her eyes. ‘I gave you a job, Sara. Gave you a way of earning money when your family was in a mess. Created a business idea for Matt. That was me being a friend and supporting your family. Looking after you.’

Sara’s mouth dropped open and she was speechless for a moment, unable to comprehend that Fiona could possibly imagine her actions had been benevolent. Deluded doesn’t come close. It’s all about money. That was the real truth. She stared out over the moors as her thoughts gathered to a logical conclusion. She’d seen the figures on the spreadsheet, seen the bookings and how much men were prepared to pay to play out their Sleeping Princess fantasy.

‘And you owed me a favour,’ Fiona continued, pressing her point. ‘Several favours. Let’s be honest, I’ve done a lot for you, and what have you done for me? Nothing. That’s the answer. You owed me. I chose the repayment method.’