She didn’t look at him as she flicked back through the photos, but she was aware of his gaze on her this time. She wondered if he had experienced the same eerie and unsettling sensation that she had from the photographs. And, if he had, was it simply from the atmosphere she’d captured or was it because of what had happened to Elizabeth there?

Her mobile phone ringing broke the silence and Steph picked it up from the table. The name Sonia Lomas flashed up on the screen. Hurriedly she declined the call and placed the phone face down on the table next to her. She half expected Harry to say something, but it appeared he hadn’t seen who was calling her.

‘Didn’t you want to take that?’ he asked, his own eyes still fixed on the computer screen.

Steph swallowed. ‘No. Not important. Just a friend.’

‘A friend?’

Her palms felt sweaty as she reached out and clicked through to some more pictures. ‘Sort-of friend. As I say, nothing important.’

Harry studied the photos again. ‘They are all great,’ he said, after a while. ‘I was thinking … I could buy some of these from you and put the rest up for sale in the shop as well – that way, you get to make money twice: once from me, and once from anyone who wants to buy one as a memento of their stay, or just because they love the beauty of the lake. You say what you want to make on each picture and we’ll stick a little bit on top by way of commission. How does that sound?’

‘I’m flattered.’

‘Don’t be. It’s a sign that you undervalue your own work. You’ve got a talent for taking photos and you should be proud of it – know your own worth.’

Steph gave an embarrassed laugh. ‘Point taken.’

There was an awkward silence between them for a moment and it was Harry who spoke first. ‘Steph, about Owen,’ he began. ‘I promise you, what you saw last night was nothing to do with me. I’m not into any of that.’

‘You didn’t seem very surprised by it,’ Steph replied.

‘Owen has his own demons. I didn’t know about this latest one until I came back. I’ve already decided I’m going to try to help him, if he’ll let me.’

‘You’re a good brother,’ she said. ‘What are your demons?’

He didn’t speak for a long time, and when he did his voice was soft and full of sadness. ‘Guilt.’

‘For what?’

Harry shook his head. ‘I’d better go.’ He stood up abruptly. ‘Are you going to be OK on your own until checking-out time?’