“Trust you!” She knocks my arm away. “After everything you’ve done? You told Isaac I killed my sister!”

“What?”

“He told me. He said you’d tried to convince him that she didn’t die by accident, that my mum was right, that I drowned her. How could you say something so cruel when you know, you know how fucked up I am about it? I was five years old, Emma. I only got out of the bath for a minute. If Mummy hadn’t taken my toy off me … if she … if she …” She swipes at the tears that have filled her eyes. “Fuck you, Emma. Fuck you for using that against me.”

“I didn’t. Daisy, I swear. Leanne told Isaac about Melody. She wrote him emails before we came over here, telling him all about us, telling him everything about us. They’ve been manipulating us since we stepped foot through the gates.”

“Have you seen these emails?” Daisy looks at Al.

“No, but—”

“See! It’s all lies. More lies, Emma! You’ve sucked Al in, but I won’t let you do that to me. It’s not Leanne and Isaac who’ve been manipulating people; it’s you. Leanne knows you don’t like her, she’s always known, and she was scared to talk to me, in case you turned on her too, but she told me everything. She told me about the conversation she overheard between you and Al when you were telling her how embarrassing I am; she told me about you pretending to be attacked by Frank; she told me about you sleeping with Isaac—”

“Because she wanted to come between us and convince you to stay at Ekanta Yatra!”

“Because she cares about me!”

“I’m not arguing with you any more, Daisy. I need to check on Johan.”

“No!” She lunges at me, the knife still clutched in her right hand, the blade aimed at my chest. As I raise my hands to protect myself, Al launches herself at me too, knocking me sideways. The air is forced from my lungs as we tumble to the ground, Daisy and Al landing on top of me. I reach out with my left arm but my hand grasps thin air. If we’d fallen a couple of inches to my left, we’d have been pitched into the ravine. I try to anchor myself with my right hand but my arm is trapped under Al’s knee.