Annaleese Jochems

Cynthia’s loud this time, ‘So? Her mum fell off a horse, rolled down a cliff, banged her head on a rock, and died.’

There’s a loud thud, which Anahera says is just her weights.

The thudding happens again while they eat, but Cynthia isn’t frightened, she’s expecting it.

You know men. They’re just’—Cynthia laughs—‘men are just, really.

‘How do you think a shark’s stomach must feel, on the inside?’