Wheeling my suitcase down the familiar, hedge-lined street, I smile at the sound of children playing in the park nearby. Suddenly, there’s a screech of car brakes. I rush over to see a bent bike wheel sticking out of the ditch, and underneath, a little boy....

As I turn the rusty key in the lock of the house I grew up in, memories flood back. None of them happy. I never told anyone why I left home 20 years ago, and all I want is to sort out Dad’s funeral as quickly as possible. 

Now I’m trapped here, the only witness to a terrible incident that has left an eight-year-old boy fighting for his life. But after a lifetime trying to forget my past, I don’t know if I can trust my memory or be totally sure of what I saw today. 

Sorting through Dad’s things one night - shopping lists in his curly handwriting, piles of old newspapers, dusty sports trophies - I think I hear the back-door handle rattle. I tiptoe downstairs, past an open window I’m sure I locked. And a figure darts across the overgrown garden. 

Someone is watching me. Someone who knows I’m the only one who saw what happened to little Ethan...or could they know the real reason why I left? Either way, I’m certain that coming back was my biggest mistake. I can’t leave, but the longer I stay, the more danger I’m in....

An utterly addictive psychological thriller.