Prologue
Her future flashed before her eyes. She knew she would never have her first proper boyfriend or finish her A Levels. Her sisters would go on to have husbands and children of their own and give their parents grandchildren. But she wouldn’t have that now.
Her body lay at an unnatural angle at the foot of the ancient stone stairs. Her limbs twisted and bent in painful directions, as the blood that caked through her long dark hair seeped into a pool around her. The hardness of her bloodstained skull could be seen through the deep messy gash. Her breath slowed. Her pastel blue eyes which were once bright and full of life, now slowly dulled as her young existence inched closer to the end.
Her eyes closed, followed by one final breath and then young Miss Greyson slipped away…
