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“That green car over there. It was parked most inconsiderately outside Shelley House the afternoon Joseph was attacked.
Kat had been in a car chase before.
all evidence of her grandpa’s home was gone, replaced by these grim, soulless houses.
Fergus Alexander, the man responsible for putting Joseph in hospital, was also responsible for the devastation wrought on her grandfather’s farm.
even though it had all ended so badly, this place was still where she had been happiest and felt safest.
hope of finding the door to flat four open again, but it remained firmly locked and the tenant was uncharacteristically quiet.
Dorothy swallowed. She knew that feeling, the pain at that sudden loss of light. After all, she had lived in darkness for many years.
Chalcot had haunted her dreams for so long that she’d felt pulled back to this village, like a moth drawn to a flame—was
a home isn’t about bricks and mortar but the people in it,
The sound of footsteps on the stairs. The ambulance siren below. The feel of the hot breeze whipping her skin.
she had never told a soul what really happened that summer day. Only one other person knew the truth, and it appeared he still wanted to keep it a secret.
“Charlotte did not get a fresh start, so why should I?” Dorothy didn’t look at Kat as she spoke. “I should have been watching out for my daughter’s safety, but I did not, and she died. So I made a vow to stay in the home she loved and make sure that nothing like that ever happens again.”
Everyone thought that Dorothy was simply a nosy neighbor spying on them, but the truth was something different entirely. She was making sure they were safe.
felt a little lighter, as if the words spoken out loud had carried some weight away with them.
I am I stuck in my past and cannot move forward with my life, but it seems to me that you are the same, young lady.
“Leanne?”
she wasn’t Ley-Ley anymore, hadn’t even been Leanne for six years. That person was gone.
The feeling of satisfaction as she dropped the lit match in and watched the pages catch.
I have become so consumed with these what-ifs and the life that was stolen from me, I stopped living the life I still have.”

