NIRELLE

The flashes of light from the door to the stage are blinding, almost too blinding, but I manage to deal with it because even though everything is spiralling out of control in the air, his hands in mine keep me grounded. It reminds me that the role of Mrs Vexley might be glamorous to the public, but I was still just his wife in whatever world. As I stand on the stage behind the podium, I finally see what Mr Wolfe looks like.

Enoch sits in the middle with Mr Wolfe right beside him. Even ...