I focused back on Rosie as she carried on.

“Mum thought it was because she wasn’t good enough. She’d been at Triumph on the same night. She saw Jacob first actually. It was she who pointed him out. She said if she’d have been the pretty one… the funnier one… the cooler one… the smarter one…” Her voice trailed off. “It fucked her up.”

I could imagine that. Her mother’s self-confidence was likely shredded to pieces – what little she may have had of it.

“How old were you when they moved away?”

“Eleven. My teachers thought I’d get back up and close to other kids after that, but I...