I feel pressure behind my eyes and concentrate to keep the tears from forming. ‘Will they?’ I look at him. ‘What if I start something I can’t stop? I’m scared of changing my life, rewriting my history. Scared of what it means for my relationship with Dad, and for other people, for…’ I trail off, thinking of Julia, the kids. If she’s her and she doesn’t know it, then I have the power to ruin her perfect life, to turn everything she knows on her head. Bitterness bubbles up inside me. My life was smashed apart, so why not hers too?

‘When I was a teenager, Dad and I didn’t get along too well,’ Jorge says. ‘I spent all my time playing music, I didn’t want to study, I failed exams.’ He pauses. ‘I think it was partly because we’d just moved here and I wasn’t fitting in too well at school. Music was my refuge.’

I look at him; wait for him to go on.

‘Mum was supportive of my music, but Dad thought I should study hard and go to university so I could get a proper job. The more he went on about it, the more I wanted to play. I think I enjoyed provoking him, it was like a game. I couldn’t see that, actually, he was scared. He wanted me to get qualifications so if the music didn’t work out, I wouldn’t end up as a janitor like him. He was angry because he thought I was throwing away a chance that he didn’t have. But I couldn’t see any of that, I thought he was just being an asshole. We fell out for a long time.’

‘What happened?’

‘I failed my final year of high school and my music teacher, who I worshipped, finally said exactly the same thing to me as Dad had: that I needed to graduate high school, I needed a fallback in case the music didn’t work out. When he said it, I realised Dad was right. I repeated my final year, studied hard and got back on track. If I hadn’t, I don’t think I’d have the job I do now at the festival. And believe me, playing the occasional gig doesn’t pay enough to live in Switzerland.’

‘So you and your dad made up?’

He shrugs. ‘Yeah. I mean, I was too much of an idiot to apologise at the time, but he forgave me anyway and we’re good now. But my point in saying all this is that even when we fell out, I knew he loved me. He didn’t like what I was doing, but he was always going to be there for me, whatever mess I made of things.’

I look at him and he looks down at the water.