CHAPTER NINETEEN

Ember wasn’t in his back garden that night. He hoped nothing was wrong but he knew something probably was.

He didn’t often go next door, he used to when they were little. But when her dad started becoming abusive he preferred not to witness it. He wished someone would do something about it but no one did. They couldn’t say they didn’t know about it. You could see the bruises on her mother’s arms, the many bruises she claimed were simply because she walked into walls. He remembers asking his parents about it once and couldn’t understand when they said nothing could be done. But he knew they were right. The police wouldn’t believe it. Her father was an upstanding citizen in the community. He was also a lawyer and would probably get away wi...

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