Jack shakes Max’s hand off. “Why don’t you run on home, Maxie-boy? Pretend you weren’t even here.” He turns back to me, squeezing my jaw with one hand. “Everything is your fault. All down to you and your family fucking up my life. You killed him. You killed my father, you and your bitch sister. And all these years, you’ve known.”

“Get off her, Jack.”

Sean.

He doesn’t shout, but Jack freezes anyway, hand still squeezing my jaw, so hard that tears come to my eyes.

“Fuck off, Sean,” he says, voice breathless. “This little bitch murdered our father.”

“Do you believe that? Really?”

The hand relaxes slightly, the clenching pain becomes a deep ache, but he doesn’t let go.

“Three days before the wedding, we were all here. How was she acting? How did she behave? Like she’d been raped and then killed someone? Who was acting strangely, Jack? Think about it. Who was freaking out and drinking and huddled in a little group every time we turned round? Was it her? Was it?”

Jack lets go of me and shoves me away, standing upright and turning to Max and Lena, who are hovering, caught between Jack and Sean in the doorway.

Sean looks at me. “You kissed me at the wedding,” he says. “We talked. About my mum and dad, about your sister. Do you remember?”

Some. I remember some. I feel a surge of giddy relief. Sean doesn’t believe it’s me and that belief helps clear my head. Oh God—of course it wasn’t me. It’s not the memory of the days before the wedding that are lost, is it? There are holes, yes, but who remembers everything about a time ten years ago? Christ, I’d remember—if not the deed, then my emotions. I remember enough. I shake my head again. Everything’s so muddled. I didn’t take those pills, Max must have put them in my tea.

“It wasn’t me,” I say. As I say it out loud, I realize—if it wasn’t me, then…

Sean is pleading with his brother. “Jack, come on,” he says. “Remember what you were like after the accident when Ellie died. Do you think I didn’t know? Did you think I wouldn’t figure it out from your behavior, what it did to you?”

He steps away from the doorway, closer to his brother, and I see Lena tugging on Max’s arm, pulling him out of the room. I lurch toward them—if it wasn’t me, then it had to have been them.

“You were never the same,” Sean is saying in a softer voice. “Mum told me, but I already knew. She told me you were driving the day Ellie died.”

“She was fucking lying,” Jack roars, launching himself at his brother.