All came from that lie: true love, hopes blighted, cruelty, abuse and flight, and for Ciarán himself a descent into a kind of darkness that seemed to threaten the very fabric of our existence. For me and my family, it brought the loss of openness, the breaking of trust. Farewells too late to be spoken; partings that were forever. The lie had awoken the old evil, and now it seemed one thing after another began to deviate from its true path.
