‘Besides, our names were in the press at the time, as I recall,’ Cam continues. ‘If the dead man’s brother had any interest in pursuing us, he could have done so back then. But he didn’t. So why do you think he’d a) recognize us or b) want to do anything about it even if he did? It was a tragic accident that happened a long time ago. He lost his brother. Boo hoo. End of story.’

‘Don’t you feel any remorse for what we did?’ I ask hoarsely.

Cameron sits back. ‘No. We didn’t do anything. Those boys shouldn’t have asked to ski that kind of slope in those conditions. They over-estimated their skiing ability. Or, to be more accurate, they lied about their skiing ability. They shouldn’t have been there at all. If they had been honest about their level or, to give them the benefit of the doubt, hadn’t over-rated themselves, we wouldn’t have taken them off-piste that afternoon and there wouldn’t have been an issue. It was their behaviour that was unsafe, not ours.’

‘Simple as that?’ I counter. ‘Our behaviour was hardly gold standard. And,’ I lower my voice, ‘we lied too. It wasn’t only them. We lied to rescue, to resort staff, to the police, by extension to the dead man’s family, to everybody. If we’d alerted rescue as quickly as we said we did, or even stayed closer to the men so they hadn’t got lost instead of us trying to out-ski each other, the brother who died might have been saved. That’s way worse than someone making out they’re a better skier than they are.’

Cameron snorts. ‘We hardly lied. We adjusted a few timings in our statements. It doesn’t amount to murdering someone. It was an accident. The investigation said so. And I’m happy to go with that.’ We sit in silence for a few moments.

‘Is that it, then?’ Cameron asks.

There is a pause. Around us people are laughing, chatting, eating, drinking. Everything carrying on as normal while I feel as though my whole world is falling apart.

‘Why did you stay here?’ I ask.