I could. But I’m not going to. Not at the moment, anyway. Not until I’m in a position to get my kids back. I feel a little bit of bile rise as DS Percy and two colleagues walk up the path. I try to breathe deeply and feel a little calmer when I remember that I stored Monica’s laptop in a carrier bag in the hole last night before I went to bed. Just thinking about it makes me want to check the carnage caused by posting Julie’s blow-job, but I can’t.

DC Percy approaches me. I can’t see any handcuffs or anything. I resist the urge to step backwards and cower amongst the boxes.

‘Morning, Caroline. I wonder if you could come to the station with us to help us with our inquiries?’

I fold my arms and unfold them. I don’t want to look defensive.

‘Am I under arrest?’

She looks around and pauses. Then she moves closer to me.

‘Look, I know you have a number of problems.’ She gazes past me into the house. ‘And I understand where you are coming from regarding your ex-husband’s accusations, which we need to look into further. But my priority now is to find out what happened at the Premier Inn. And the other man two weeks ago. And if they’re linked.’

I just nod. Did I tell her I’d slept with him as well? I can’t remember. Her mobile starts to ring and I see her glance at the screen. She’s so close that I can see your name flashing. Jack Atkinson. She cancels the call and continues in a very controlled voice.

‘We’ll need to take a statement and it’s best that you tell us everything you know.’

I get dressed and we travel to the police station. I’m left in an interview room. I call the university and tell Eileen that I have to deal with the accusations Jack made. She makes all the right noises and tells me to take as much time as I need.

Then I check my Facebook profile on my phone. I read the messages and all but the one from Julie say things like, ‘God, Caroline, we didn’t know Jack was such a bastard,’ or, ‘Did you know about this before, Caroline?’ One person has even come out and said it. ‘So it was all lies then, about you being a fruitcake? He really is a philandering prick? So sorry, Caroline.’