Stephen turns back to me, white rims showing around his eyes. He steps close, invading my space. “It makes no difference. Those…. however you came by them, belong to a girl who vanished long ago. We don't have a sister anymore.”
“I’d like to show you one more thing, if I may.” I pull out my mobile, scrolling through until I find what I’m looking for. “I’ve just shown you a picture of my wife. You must see that there is a family resemblance, to Beth if nothing else…. This is Charlotte the day Beth last returned from speaking to you….” Stephen turns his back to me, arms and legs akimbo, staring out of the window. I pass the phone to David.
He looks at the image; Charlotte, white-faced, swollen-eyed with crying. “When Beth told us that you wouldn’t speak to her about Michelle, Charlotte was
