Klara passes her the coffee. Gabriella takes a sip and groans with satisfaction as they slowly walk down towards Norr Mälarstrand. Klara starts to tell her everything, and Gabriella just stares at her with increasingly wide eyes.

‘This is insane,’ she says. ‘I can barely take it in.’

‘Me neither,’ Klara says. ‘I still don’t understand why they arrested you. On what grounds?’

‘First they told me it was the conversation with Jacob, as you call him. They had information that was super top secret that pointed to him being a terrorist or collaborating with terrorists. Like you said.’

‘Myriam and her gang,’ Klara says. ‘Yes, that much I understood. But it was enough?’

‘They confiscated my computer and phone, of course, claimed there was a bunch of communication between me and Jacob via email. That we had decided I would help him smuggle this into Sweden along with two other people.’

‘What?’ Klara says. ‘But…’

‘Yes, completely fabricated of course. That was clear from the start. Not even the Swedish in the messages was correct; I realized when I finally saw them. Some Russian wrote fake messages between my address and a fake Gmail account. The whole thing was surreal. Seeing things sent from your own account that you absolutely did not write or know were there. And the judge yesterday just heard the word “terrorism” and that was enough for him – he granted the detention and didn’t listen at all to what we said about hacking or whatever. But then the prosecutor cancelled the detention last night, just a few hours afterwards, after you revealed what was up.’

Klara shivers. ‘So disgusting,’ she says. ‘They hacked your secret Gmail account as well, the one we used before. But I figured out it wasn’t you. Do you want to know how?’

Gabriella nods.

‘What is Camp Nou?’

‘The soccer field in Bergort?’ Gabriella replies without a moment’s hesitation.

Klara nods. ‘Exactly.’

Gabriella throws her empty coffee cup into a trashcan and walks to the quay, right down to the water. She turns to Klara. ‘Thank you,’ she says steadily. ‘For not giving up on me.’

They continue towards the city while the sun rises slowly, and the world goes from black to a gentle grey; the sky is the same colour as the water next to them, the same colour as the dock and the cars. Klara clears her throat.

‘But it doesn’t end there,’ she says carefully. ‘There’s one more thing.’

She tells her about George. About how something has taken root in her, something she didn’t even think she could feel any more. Something arrived so suddenly that she didn’t realize it and now it won’t leave her for a second.

Klara feels her cheeks turning hot.