I hold my breath as he pauses. The chair next to me creaks. Max is white-faced.

“And then you jumped in front of her and you had your gardening clippers,” he says. “I know you didn’t mean to kill him, I know it was an accident.”

“No…”

“Bella made you go home. She made me and Lena leave. Do you really not remember any of this?” He shakes his head. “The next day I didn’t sleep. I wanted to tell the police but Bella begged us not to. She said she’d get rid of the film, said she’d sort it. She made us swear we’d all protect you. I waited for the police to come. But they didn’t. I knew you’d gotten away with it. I just wanted it to go away and it did. Bella died and no one even looked for Greg.”

“But he contacted Jack—after the wedding.”

“That was Lena. She kept his phone. Sent a few texts to Jack to stop anyone from looking or reporting him missing. It was easy—Jack was already worried his dad had something to do with the murders. He thought he’d run off to avoid getting caught and he wasn’t going to drop his own dad in it by reporting him missing right away, was he? So, quite unwittingly, Jack helped us cover it up. He pretended he’d had more calls and texts than we actually sent.”

“And then Jack and Sean sold the house…”

“Even when they found the bones, there was nothing to connect us to it. But you…your behavior. It was only a matter of time.

“We tried so hard to protect you,” he says. “We never knew if your memory loss was real or faked. But when you came back, saying you were starting to remember…” He shakes his head.

“But why am I here? Why haven’t you just told the police all this? Or why not carry on lying? Because I don’t remember. I swear to you I don’t remember.”

“Because of that fucking camera,” Max bursts out. “All we had to do was keep quiet, but I knew Bella was taking photos, gathering her evidence. I asked her at the wedding if she’d gotten rid of the film and she said not yet. She said she was going to, but then she died. We didn’t know what she’d captured on that damned film, if it was enough to implicate us. We didn’t do anything but we were there. I thought you had it. I knew you hadn’t seen the photos, but I thought you had the camera and it was only a matter of time before you tried developing the film. You were so desperate to remember what happened to your sister.”