And then, looking out at the road, he said, almost to himself, “Your stepmother has been trying to refinance around our debt covenants for months.

I could never work out why she was so desperate, or so reckless.” He glanced at me, at my bleeding feet, at the storm I had just escaped.

“Tonight tells me why.”

My phone began to vibrate violently in my hand.

Wendy.

Then Luca.

Then Wendy again.

I answered, and put it on speaker, and let Flynn hear.