I want to go to Richard’s – Tim’s – side; grab hold of him, shake him and demand an explanation. I want him to tell me there’s been some huge misunderstanding. My world has just collapsed around me; come to an end in the middle of a field in a way I could never have envisaged. I want to ask him if he’s lied about absolutely everything: his job, his marriage to Leila – does she even exist? His love for me? Could I have been kidding myself this whole time, believing he actually wanted me? But my legs won’t move. I’m stunned into immobility as well as silence. I can’t think of anything to say – all the questions remain locked in my head. And clearly not one of them is even bothered about what I’ve just found out. How I’ve been taken for a ride for an entire year – manipulated and lied to.

Why would you do this to me, Richard?

My mind clouds. My body is cold to its core. I want to go home, have a hot bath, go to bed and sleep. Pretend none of this has happened.

But, it seems they’ve made a decision. We’re all to go back to the house. My house.

No one is asking my permission, I note.

I want to scream.

I wait, huddled in the car, a blanket wrapped around my shoulders, while Nick and Tim go inside to rid the house of its recording traps if they’re any left. I shudder. Everything that’s gone on in my home was real – not a figment of my overactive imagination. Leo’s nightmares seeing a man standing over him – real. Finley’s feeling that someone was watching – real. Wayne was inside our house. It comes as little relief that I wasn’t delusional. Nor was I paranoid, as it turns out. In fact, I was pretty naive.

“Richard is Tim” repeats over and over in my head. What must they be talking about in there right now? How one brother has replaced the other in my affections? Or about how the hell one brother could allow the other to believe they were dead? If this is how flabbergasted I’m feeling, I can’t imagine how Nick is even beginning to absorb the evening’s revelations. Why has Richard done this?