Prologue
I live in the smallest town in all of Britain. St, David, with a population of 1,841 people. Small right? We have 12 churches and one library, with more banned books than books to read. So small I knew every person, what they’re doing, where they are, how they act, their best friends and enemies, who they’re dating, who they’re not, what their parents do and anything else you could possibly know about someone’s personal life. My mum used to tell me to get out of this town, to leave before it’s too late. I used to say “ah mum? You know I’m, um, like eight,” she used to laugh at me and hug me and then she would kiss my forehead and tell me to get to bed. One time I didn’t go straight to bed and I saw her sit on the couch and sob, I ran upstairs as fast as possible, not wanting to see anymore. This was before the accident.
