Adrian died on Thursday. Friday was the deadline he had given you.

He was the one everyone loved - the one who remembered birthdays, who called when you went quiet, who held the five of you together for twenty years. He found out about you and Nora. He didn't shout and he didn't threaten. He gave you a week to tell Iris yourself.

He died three days before it ran out.

Four of you are left in the house where it happened. Iris, your partner of four years, who has organised everything and is holding everyone up. Nora, her oldest friend since they were eleven, who has tried to get you alone three times today. Tomas, who has not sat down since he arrived.

You went to see Adrian that afternoon. You told the police you hadn't.

Someone across the road saw you there.

This is not an investigation. Nobody hands you evidence. There are no letters, no hidden rooms, and nobody who breaks if you press hard enough. These are people you have known your whole life, and every question you ask costs you something with the person you ask it of.

The clock isn't the police. It's Nora, who wants to tell everyone herself, and is not going to keep waiting for a good moment.

Find out what happened before anyone finds out what you did.