Lunch is actually OK. They take me to what I imagine is the best restaurant in the resort – according to the blurb on the menu, it’s recently been awarded a Michelin star, and we have several tiny courses that look more like works of art than food. To my relief, we move away from the subject of Will and what happened and instead fall into comforting, bland, chit-chat – I talk about my travels and what living in Thailand is like, and Didier talks in general terms about the resort and his career, probably a similar spiel to the one he gives visiting journalists or people who want to invest in the resort.

The oysters are fabulous – I can never remember if you’re only supposed to eat them when the month does or doesn’t have an ‘r’ in it, so I don’t fret about it. I can’t imagine it’s something you need to worry about in a restaurant like this. The dessert is particularly impressive – a chocolate concoction served in a balloon made of sugar. But when coffee is served with petits fours, in spite of the many glasses of excellent wine I’ve drunk, I feel my mood dampen. This afternoon I get to see Will’s body.

Nobody has said I have to do it, but I get the impression it’s expected of me. I don’t know how these things work but I imagine they could get all they need from DNA now, couldn’t they? Or dental records? Perhaps it’s different as he died so long ago.

I don’t really know what to expect at all.

After what seems like forever in the car but is probably less than an hour, we pull up at a small hospital.

We go into the reception area and Didier says something to the woman at the desk, who gives me the sympathetic look I am starting to get accustomed to, while explaining something to Didier with plenty of pointing. I guess she is telling him where we need to go.

‘OK, they are ready for you,’ he says. ‘Your brother is in the chapel of rest. It is up to you, you can see him if you want to, but if you feel it would be too distressing, you don’t need to. Either way, as long as you give your permission, we would like to take a swab from the inside of your mouth so we can verify the DNA, and that the … that it is definitely Will who has been found.’

A wave of panic rises up in me. Do I want to see him? I didn’t know there’d be a choice. What is he going to look like after all that time on the mountain?

‘Um, ah, I’m not sure, I don’t know if …’ I bluster.