Cierra: ‘Where were you when a teacher seduced me, snuck into my room to sleep with me, then said no one would ever believe me? I was too scared to do anything. I didn’t want anyone else getting hurt.’

Georgia: ‘Where were you all – so in love with justice – when I tried to honour the First Peoples of this place?’

Bree: ‘Where were you when I tried to tell you that my best friend, Denni, was going to kill herself? Where were you when the same thoughts came into my head?’

Cierra: ‘Down in the towns, they hide and wait. Up in our bedrooms, they hide and kill.’

Georgia: ‘The world’s hungry men, who treat girls like strays. Who’ll silence their cries and make them obey.’

Bree: ‘Don’t believe what the adults say: we teenage girls can find a way.’

Jasmine: ‘Join the movement and disappear, and see what they do when we are not here.’

The video cut to Madison, on her bed, with the four girls on either side of her.

‘Teenage girls of the world: join the movement. Pack a bag, take a tent, and go missing for a week. Make the people in your life appreciate you, get them to see you for who you are. This is the Hungry Man movement. #HungryManMovement, #JusticeForTeenageGirls. #TheKundelaGame.’

The video ended.

None of them knew what to say. It was like the aftermath of a bomb.

‘There’s one more video,’ said Con eventually.

‘What Bree said about Denni,’ said Eliza, struggling to get the words out. ‘No one . . . I had no idea Denni was suicidal. Who did Bree tell?’

‘I think I need a moment,’ said Gabriella.

Murphy leaned over them all and clicked play.

It was Jasmine, in a light blue Billabong jacket and hiking tights. She was in a different bedroom, much less lush than Madison’s; Con assumed it was her own.

Murphy moaned. Jasmine was dressed in the same clothes she’d been wearing in that video Madison had posted the school bus, the first day of the camp. This must have been what she was wearing the last time Murphy saw her.

‘Hi, Dad.’ She smiled, but she had been crying. ‘I asked Madison to give this to you six months after we go missing. I’m sorry it’s not sooner, but I couldn’t risk you ruining what I’m trying to do here. I’m sure you’ve watched the other videos, but always remember you’re still my dad. Mum made me swear never to tell you, but . . .’ She began crying. ‘I confronted Butch, and he had the balls to tell me that Mum came on to him. He said that she gave consent, that she wanted it. Both of us know Mum would never do that.