Amber is still angry at Jen for not letting her be with her when they took the photo.

‘Poor thing looks terrified,’ Rita says, echoing Amber’s thoughts as she peers over her daughter’s shoulder at the newspaper. They’re at the gift shop, trying to get some custom now the snowfall has stopped.

‘She does look terrified, doesn’t she?’ Amber says with a sigh. ‘She really didn’t want to be in the papers. I wonder if she has even seen this yet?’

‘Take it to her,’ Rita says. ‘You’re due a visit anyway.’

‘But I’ve just opened the shop,’ Amber replies. ‘Not to mention the painting I need to do,’ she adds, gesturing towards the hut behind her, nearly all red now but still hinting at its former pastel colours. Stall-holders are already arriving in town; she saw the lorries and vans earlier. And yet she still has two huts to paint.

‘We’ll man the fort,’ Viv says. ‘Rita will paint.’

Rita smirks. ‘Man the fort? And there you were talking about the objectification of women.’

Viv rolls her eyes.

‘Okay,’ Amber says, grabbing her bag. ‘Just an hour or so.’

Twenty minutes later, she’s with Lumin, who’s staring at the article in disgust. ‘Oh God, it’s awful,’ she says.

‘You don’t look awful.’

‘I don’t mean the photo!’ Lumin shouts, surprising Amber with her raised voice. ‘The article.’ She throws it to the floor and curls her hands in anger. ‘It makes me sound like a drunk party girl.’

‘I know it’s difficult, but it could lead to someone recognising you. It’ll be worth it when you’re back home.’

She laughs bitterly. ‘Home? The place with sobbing people and frozen lakes. Sounds lush.’

‘Someone will see these articles,’ Amber says, stroking her back. ‘They’ll recognise you and it’ll all be okay, I promise.’

She turns to Amber, fixing her with a steely gaze. ‘But you can’t promise that, can you?’

Amber remembers saying the same to Jasper when Katy was at her worst. He hadn’t been able to answer. Even he, with all his medical qualifications, couldn’t promise their daughter would survive.

‘I can’t,’ Amber admits. ‘But whatever happens, I’m here for you.’

Lumin smiles weakly. ‘Thanks.’

But two more days go by with no solid leads. The police receive calls, of course, hundreds of them. But none that amount to anything.

‘So it was completely pointless,’ Lumin says after a visit from the detectives with an update.