‘The hospital says she’d taken Ritalin. That’s why she collapsed before she could jump. I was just wondering if you ever saw her using.’

‘Not really. I mean, I saw her take something a couple of times, last year, when she was struggling with her coursework but everyone does Ritalin or speed or whatever from time to time. It’s no big deal. She must have taken a shedload to OD on it. I didn’t even know you could get addicted to that stuff.’ He shakes his head.

‘She said she was working really hard and her grades were much better. When they were bad, she was scared her parents would make her drop out.’

‘Have you spoken to them?’ Luke puts down his beer and blinks hard. ‘I thought about getting in touch with them but they hate me. I mean, they don’t know me, but they hate the fact that I slept with their daughter.’

‘I think they had someone in mind that they were hoping she’d marry.’

‘Maybe that’s why she wanted to kill herself then. She always told me she didn’t want an arranged marriage.’

‘The family are saying it was an accident apparently.’ She’d been on Satnam’s social, seen a post her brother had left asking for the Sikh community to say prayers for Satnam’s recovery.

‘Maybe it was. If the stuff was mixed with something, you know, weird or, like, toxic,’ Luke says.

‘No one drinks a bottle of vodka by accident. Or takes that many pills. You got any idea where she might have got them from?’

Luke frowns and blinks and shakes his head. ‘Why would I know?’

‘She told me there are things I didn’t know about her.’

‘Things? What things? Did you ask her?’

Nevis shakes her head. How she wishes she had.

‘It’s all so fucked up,’ Luke says.

Silence falls. Then bringing up the picture of Satnam she’d found on her feed, the one taken on Valentine’s Day, Nevis says, ‘Luke, can I show you something?’

Luke stares blankly at the photo.

‘Satnam’s unhappy.’

Luke peers more closely.

‘Really? She looks OK to me.’

‘The smile doesn’t go all the way up to her eyes. The morning after, I found her in the kitchen crying but she wouldn’t tell me what was wrong.’ Nevis relays the encounter with Natasha in the library. ‘What did she mean, “You know, don’t you?” Know what?’

Luke shrugs. ‘Maybe they had a few words. Natasha’s a hothead. Drinks too much, comes out with a lot of shit. But if you think she knows something, why don’t you go and have it out with her?’

‘I thought, maybe, since you know her…?’