‘But two years ago something changed.’ ‘She woke up?’ I ask, leaning forward, completely invested in the story. ‘She told me the truth, of what they’d done to her. How they’d taken it in turns to hold her head under, laughing as she struggled, pulling her back up to watch her cough up water. But then Lawrence held her down a little too long. When he let her up she was sick. She told him they would regret what they’d done. That she’d make sure of it.’ A single tear tracks down her face and she wipes it away angrily. ‘So Gregory held her down for even longer.’
