Prologue
2014
It was as much as Jos could do to look at the pile of rubble where number 13, De Grey Street once stood. Even walking along the road had almost turned her legs to jelly. Her heart leapt into her mouth and she felt a familiar feeling of fear, one she remembered experiencing all those years ago. Her hair was greyer now and a network of fine lines mapped her face, but what aged her beyond her years was the haunted look in her eyes; a look that never wholly disappeared, not even when she smiled.
A crow’s sudden croak called her back to the present, but not for long; her whole being was transported back in time to a time when she and her friends were high on the promise of life and youth.
1984
