My head swivels between our housemates, and Molly is giggling into the crook of my shoulder. “I can’t believe you just did that.” “I knew it! I fucking told you!” Marta turns around to point a self-satisfied finger at Ray. “You were right.” He shrugs, as if he’s been hearing theories from her for a while. “What? What? What?” Heather keeps saying over and over again.
