But first she needed to be practical. She got Millie up and dressed, and took her downstairs for something to eat, talking to her all the while, testing out Ben’s theory. By the time Millie had finished her breakfast, she was sure Ben was right. It was another worry, but in some ways it was also a relief. If Millie had a hearing problem then it might explain a few things that had been troubling Grace. Millie could obviously hear some noises, so they just needed to get her tested, and they would take it from there.

Morning light began to infuse the night, creeping warily into the kitchen and casting insipid colours on every surface. Bess lay on her side, her gait tired but her eyes wide, watching the room changing. Millie crawled across and began patting Bess’s fur a little too enthusiastically, then giggled when the dog licked her face. Grace picked her up, grabbed some plastic tubs from a drawer and set her down to play with them, hoping it might keep her amused for a few more minutes. She fingered her phone nervously. She wanted Ben to be here when she called the police, but she didn’t want to wait too much longer.

Moments later she heard a faint ringing upstairs. There was a protracted silence, but then Ben’s footsteps thundered along the landing. Grace had already jumped up from her seat in alarm, heading for the door, when she met him coming in the other direction. He was wearing only a T-shirt and boxer shorts. His face was drawn, his eyes fearful.

‘Claire just called me,’ he said breathlessly. ‘I’m so sorry, Grace, but Mum’s disappeared. Her car isn’t there, and Pippa’s gone too.’

Grace stared at him, disbelieving, as he added, ‘Claire’s distraught, I’m going to have to get up there.’

He raced away, back up the stairs. Moments later he ran down again, pulling a jumper over his head and then doing up the belt buckle on his jeans. He sat on the floor by the front door and began lacing up his boots.

Grace had already snatched up her mobile and dialled 999. A few moments later a voice said calmly, ‘Emergency – which service do you require?’

‘Police,’ she said. She was shaking with fury. How could she have been so naïve as to think that Meredith would stick to her word?

Ben stayed with Grace while she spoke to the emergency operator. She was surprised at how composed she sounded as she answered his questions. Inside, she was seething.

‘I’m going to have to go and find out what’s happening,’ he told her when she’d finished.

‘I know.’

‘I’ll come back as quickly as I can.’

He headed out, but as soon as the front door banged shut, Grace knew she couldn’t wait there alone doing nothing. She pushed her mobile into her pocket, picked up Millie and grabbed their coats. Then she wrenched the door open and charged down the path. ‘Ben, wait …’

Bess ran out with them, bounding eagerly towards the Land Rover, her tail wagging. Ben was already inside, his hand poised to pull the door closed, but he stopped when he saw them.

Grace unlatched the gate and rushed around to the passenger side, opening the back door first so that Bess could jump in. ‘We’re coming with you. The police will take an age to get here from town. I’m not sitting on my hands in there. I’ve done enough of that.’

He shook his head. ‘This is not a good idea, Grace.’

She ignored him, handing Millie over and climbing in. ‘Yes, it is. I want to hear first-hand exactly what went on last night. I can’t believe I let this happen. I should have phoned the police straight away.’

Ben said nothing more as he gave Millie back to her, but his grim expression made his reservations clear. As they set off, Grace saw that the snow had come to stay this time. It lay in deep shrouds over hedges and paths, formed delicate lacework over smaller nooks and branches, and magnified all it touched. Not much was left uncovered, only a few dark patches lying like shadows delineating a world of white. Overnight, the village had been transformed.

The Land Rover struggled the short distance up the hill, its tyres grinding hard to keep traction. Grace’s mind turned to her own car, abandoned on the top of the moors. Until the snow subsided she doubted she could even get back to it, never mind drive it further. And if she had problems getting out of the village, how easily would the police get here? Four-wheel drives like Ben’s and Meredith’s were the only vehicles that stood a chance of moving in this weather.

Unlike last night, today Millie was wide awake and not keen to keep still. Grace was struggling to hold on to her by the time the Land Rover reached the gravel drive. The schoolhouse roof had been smothered by snow, and a row of icicles had formed underneath the ledges of the upper windows, their spikes glinting in the morning light.

The front door opened before they were out of the car. Claire waited on the step for them, her face haggard and pale.

Ben hurried around to help Grace with Millie. Bess scrabbled between the seats, trying to come too, but Ben snapped a stern ‘Wait’ and shut the door on her. Bess began to scratch at the windows, barking and whining, as they headed away.

‘What the hell happened?’ Ben asked as they got near the door.

Claire pulled her dressing gown tighter around her. ‘Last night, Mum and Jenny had the row to end all rows. Or, rather, Jenny poured her scorn out on Mum, while Mum sat and listened. I tried to intervene, but Jenny was too furious. She basically told Mum what a terrible person she was, and that as soon as she could get away from here then Mum would never set eyes on her again.’ She paused, peering past them. ‘Are you going to let Bess out?’

They all looked at the Land Rover. Bess was still up at the windows, barking indignantly at being left behind. Millie pointed at the dog, her little face concerned.

‘I’m worried she’ll run off when she’s like this,’ Ben said. ‘I should have left her back at the house … So tell us, what happened in the end?’

‘The conversation went round in circles, until Jenny was hysterically ranting and crying, and I managed to drag her off up to bed. I checked on her a moment ago – she’s still asleep.’

‘And what about Mum?’

‘Mum was just … weird. She sat there and took everything Jenny hurled at her and didn’t say a word. She flinched a few times, but she pretty much gave Jenny a free rein. I know Jenny has a lot to be furious about, but I wish Mum had fought back a bit. After I’d sorted Jenny out, I sat with Mum and tried to hold her hand, but she shook me off, got up and said she was going to bed. I stayed downstairs for a while, knocked back a glass of brandy or two, and by that time it was all quiet. But this morning when I looked in on them, Mum wasn’t there – and her bed hasn’t been slept in.’

Claire’s voice was now barely audible over the sound of Bess’s barking. ‘I’ll have to let her out,’ Ben grumbled, dashing back to the car and opening the door.

In a flash, Bess leapt down and hared around the bushes towards the moorland beyond, still barking. ‘Bess,’ Ben yelled angrily, ‘come back here.’ He threw his hands in the air in frustration. ‘I bloody knew it. I’ll have to go and fetch her.’

As Ben jogged away, Grace and Claire were left alone. They listened to Bess’s barking in uncomfortable silence. Even Millie’s attention seemed held by the noise, as she sat quietly in her mother’s arms. Eventually, Grace murmured, ‘I’m sorry, Claire.’

Claire gave no reply. She was still listening. Grace watched as her features changed, a frown forming. ‘That’s not just Bess barking,’ Claire said. ‘I think it’s Pippa too. It sounds like they’re near the Leap.’