I grab her shoulders and spin her around to face me. ‘What do you mean, you forgot you had it? You took that from the tent – the one we were in before the private ritual? Was it not bad enough at the time? Jesus, why would you want to take it again? Where did you even hide it?’ I understand then. She’d hidden it in my bag. It would’ve been me who’d been arrested if it’d been found, not her. I’m fuming, but I’m also quite impressed at her clever move. I decide to store this information for later.

‘Don’t say it’s been in your make-up bag all the time, because I don’t believe you. That’s exactly the kind of place the border guards would look.’

‘Yeah, well they didn’t look, did they? I distracted them. I told them you were ill.’

I’m confused by this. I can’t even remember the border crossing. I’m sure I didn’t wake up – but the guards must’ve come into the cabin. Surely they’ve heard all the tricks before. She’s a decent liar, it seems. Well, well.

‘They like pretty white girls, V. Hardly a shocker. I made sure the stuff was hidden and I didn’t involve you. I thought you’d be pleased. You know what happened last time we smoked that stuff.’

I’ve really tried hard to stay calm, throughout everything, but I can feel the anger bubbling in me now. ‘Stop it, Carrie. Stop playing with me. Everything’s just a big game to you, isn’t it? You gave Rory the come-on then you blocked him at the final stage. You’re messing about with me, and you think it’s OK because it’s just a bit of fun, but I’m telling you now, this is not that. This is more than that—’

‘Christ, Violet. Keep your hair on. I’m sorry, OK? I shouldn’t have brought it. I shouldn’t have messed with your feelings, either. I never meant to. I just thought that—’

‘Don’t you get it?’ I scream at her. I want to grab her and shake her. Her eyes widen at my raised voice and she sits down hard on the end of her bed.

‘Violet—’

‘No. You need to get it, Carrie. You need to understand.’

She closes her eyes. ‘Understand what?’

‘I love you, Carrie.’