‘Not funny,’ I rasp. ‘Help me, Millie, please.’ The room is spinning and lurching. I don’t understand why she’s still making these unfunny jokes about poison.

She has leaned in close to my ear now. ‘Do you still not get it? Don’t you know who I am?’

I’m confused. ‘You’re Millie?’ I venture.

She is still staring at me with a look of contempt. ‘I’m Will’s daughter,’ she states, simply.

What is she talking about? ‘Will? Will’s dead,’ I force out. ‘He doesn’t have a daughter.’

She straightens up and steps back away from the bed. ‘Yeah he does. Me. I’m his daughter. Do you remember my mama, Louisa, from the ski trip where you killed my dad? She got pregnant that week.’

‘Pregnant?’ I rasp.

‘Yeah. Pregnant. Then she dropped out of uni, ran up debts, never really recovered mentally – not from the pregnancy, not from the poverty, not from the shock of my dad dying. I had a shit childhood, mainly in foster care, because of you. And then Mama killed herself. All because you killed my dad.’

‘It was an accident,’ I whimper.

‘Not according to my mama,’ she says briskly. ‘She blamed you. And so do I.’

My body heaves again but nothing comes out – there’s nothing left. Suddenly I register that perhaps she means it about the poison. She’s actually poisoned me?

I realize what I have to do to make her help me. ‘Will isn’t your father,’ I whisper. ‘Wasn’t your father.’

‘Yes, he is,’ she snaps. ‘Mama told me. And I did my research. There’s almost nothing I don’t know about his so-called “accident”, about him, and about you. That’s why I came to work for Snow Snow – I wanted to mess up Cameron’s company – he also played his part in this as the ski guide who didn’t bother to keep my dad safe. Originally I was going to poison guests randomly – not kill them – perhaps a dodgy prawn here, some undercooked chicken and a bit of salmonella there. I brought the mushrooms with me, dried – some more poisonous than others. I wasn’t really planning to use the big guns, though – not initially.’

I try to concentrate on what she’s saying but the room is still spinning and I feel like I’m about to pass out.

‘But then Dad’s body was found, you turned up, and my plans changed,’ she continues. ‘I was going to kill both you and Cameron that night with the mushroom risotto, because that’s what you both deserve, but then you all switched places so I had to spill the wine and smash glass over everything so that no more innocent people got hurt because of you.’

I need to stop her. Need to get her to help me. I need to tell her. It’s my only chance.