“In two weeks I’ll be sixteen. I’ll have left school, lost my virginity. I’ll also be a murderer. Stop reading if you can’t handle that.”
“In two weeks I’ll be sixteen. I’ll have left school and lost my virginity. I’ll also be a murderer. Stop reading now if you can’t handle that.”
This novel is about what we are capable of doing in the name of love.
It is about memory, and how it can trick us.
It is about family ties; the blood that binds us.
It is also about the power of the past, which none of us can escape.
Joy Hoolahan is attacked whilst running a five-minute errand, and is left brain damaged. Now, four years on, her memory continually renews itself, and although she can remember the past, she cannot retain any information that post-dates the accident.
Her daughter, Sam, was twelve years old when the attack happened, and is now nearly sixteen. Following a meeting with the police, she is told the police are closing the case unless further information comes forward: Sam lost her mother to a living death; her whole world is upside down; someone must pay.
If police can’t be relied on to mete out Justice, Sam will take matters into her own hands …
But can she kill a man?
And is Douglas Campbell really guilty?