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Chapters (118)
  1. About the Author
  2. Dedication
  3. Prologue
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter 1
  6. 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. 2
  9. Chapter 3
  10. 3
  11. Chapter 4
  12. 4
  13. Chapter 5
  14. 5
  15. Chapter 6
  16. 6
  17. Chapter 7
  18. 7
  19. Chapter 8
  20. 8
  21. Chapter 9
  22. 9
  23. Chapter 10
  24. 10
  25. Chapter 11
  26. 11
  27. Chapter 12
  28. 12
  29. Chapter 13
  30. 13
  31. Chapter 14
  32. 14
  33. Chapter 15
  34. 15
  35. Chapter 16
  36. 16
  37. Chapter 17
  38. 17
  39. Chapter 18
  40. 18
  41. Chapter 19
  42. 19
  43. Chapter 20
  44. 20
  45. Chapter 21
  46. 21
  47. Chapter 22
  48. 22
  49. Chapter 23
  50. 23
  51. Chapter 24
  52. 24
  53. Chapter 25
  54. 25
  55. Chapter 26
  56. 26
  57. Chapter 27
  58. 27
  59. Chapter 28
  60. 28
  61. Chapter 29
  62. 29
  63. Chapter 30
  64. 30
  65. Chapter 31
  66. 31
  67. Chapter 32
  68. 32
  69. Chapter 33
  70. 33
  71. Chapter 34
  72. 34
  73. Chapter 35
  74. 35
  75. Chapter 36
  76. 36
  77. Chapter 37
  78. 37
  79. Chapter 38
  80. 38
  81. Chapter 39
  82. 39
  83. Chapter 40
  84. 40
  85. Chapter 41
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  87. Chapter 42
  88. 42
  89. Chapter 43
  90. 43
  91. Chapter 44
  92. 44
  93. Chapter 45
  94. 45
  95. Chapter 46
  96. 46
  97. Chapter 47
  98. 47
  99. Chapter 48
  100. 48
  101. Chapter 49
  102. 49
  103. Chapter 50
  104. 50
  105. Chapter 51
  106. 51
  107. Chapter 52
  108. 52
  109. Chapter 53
  110. 53
  111. Epilogue
  112. Epilogue
  113. Acknowledgements
  114. Read more
  115. Read more
  116. BRISTOL DAILY NEWS
  117. October 2018
  118. THE BEGINNING

She’s died. That’s what I’m expecting. But instead Margot says, ‘Flora’s had a stroke.’

I stop in my tracks, gazing out across the river, even though it’s dark and I can’t see much, except the occasional light in a window at the apartments. The river looks black in this light, undulating, stagnant.

A stroke? ‘But isn’t she too young for a stroke?’ It’s a silly thing to say, I know that. But all the people I’ve ever known to have a stroke have been old, like my granddad and Rory’s great-uncle Cian.

‘It’s a result of the many years of drug abuse.’ Margot’s voice sounds so sad that my eyes fill with tears. ‘It’s severe, I’m afraid. She may never recover, fully.’

‘Oh, Margot …’ The unfairness strikes me. This cruel, shit world, I think, and I kick the wooden bench that overlooks the river hard, hurting my foot. Then I slump onto the bench, no longer afraid that I’m being watched. That particular fear is over now that I know it was Finn who’d been following me.

‘Before the stroke, she admitted it all,’ continues Margot, in that same resigned voice. ‘She hadn’t meant to shoot Heather. Heather had been trying to stop her. Clive and Deirdre had kept her prisoner for years, a prisoner to heroin, and she was pushed to the edge.’

‘Did Flora ever tell you what happened that day?’ I ask, as I light a cigarette.

I listen in silence, taking the occasional drag as Margot tells me the sequence of events of that fateful morning.

Heather had taken Flora back to Margot’s house at the caravan park with the idea that she would work on convincing her sister that they needed to go to the police. She left Flora sleeping in her room to make a cup of tea but when she returned Flora had gone. The drawer to the half-moon chest in the hallway was open and, straight away, Heather knew what her sister was about to do because it was where the key to the gun cabinet was kept. Heather raced into the barn just in time to see Flora taking the shotgun from the cabinet. ‘It’s the only way I can stop them doing this to someone else,’ Flora had said.