“Right, well she didn’t know that, but she was ranting about how you had the perfect family life and the perfect job and how it was so unfair that everything had turned out okay for you, while she had nothing. She blamed it all on you, Emma – Isaac and Daisy disappearing, Ekanta Yatra burning down, her hospitalisation. She was convinced that you were behind it all, that you’d single-handedly destroyed her life. That’s why she got in touch with me, I think. I think she thought I’d believe her when no one else would.” She looks at me steadily. “What I don’t get is how she managed to find me?”

“Same way she managed to find me, I guess. She just asked someone.”

“What do you mean?”

“She rang my mum. She still had my home phone number from back in uni, and she just rang up, said she was someone I went to school with – Mum can’t even remember the name she used – and said she was trying to organise a school reunion and did Mum have a contact number and an address for me?”

“And your mum just told her? Even though she knows you changed your name?”

I shrug. “Mum never understood why I did it. She told me I was being melodramatic and that I was insulting her and Dad by changing my name. I honestly don’t think she’ll have given it a second thought. I wouldn’t have found out at all if she hadn’t called the night of the fire. She saw it on the news and rang up to check I was okay, then casually said, ‘Did someone get in touch with you about your school reunion?’”

“Shit.”

“Once Leanne had my name and address, all she had to do was type it into Google and then she found out where I work. All the press stuff I’ve done for Green Fields is up there; there are photos and everything. Don’t forget how quickly I found you on Facebook, Al. It literally took me seconds.”

“God.” She leans back on the pillow and gazes listlessly at the TV. Jeremy Kyle has been replaced by This Morning, and Holly and Phillip are perched on the sofa, laughing uproariously at something their guest is saying.

“So what happens now?” Al says, still looking at the screen.

“CID have got Leanne’s mobile and laptop – they were in the bag she put in your car – and they’ve gained access to her bank account. DS Armstrong rang yesterday to say that she hired a car in Bristol the day before my hit and run. If it matches the car they found abandoned in the layby, that’ll prove she was responsible. They just need a bit more information and then they’ll close the case.”

“No.” Al looks me straight in the eye. “That’s not what I meant. What do we do now?”