The rain hammered her windscreen, as Alina drove the 300 miles from the city to the tiny fishing village where she had been born and raised.
The one she hadn’t visited in five years.
She felt sick. Her own personal failure stung, but failure to get justice for the family – her body trembled with it. She gripped the wheel. She was going back to her parents for the summer. She’d promised her mother that she would at the end of the case – whatever the outcome…
…The motorways became country roads, and the towering buildings became hills, covered in patchwork green. Alina wanted to turn around. She wanted to go back to her apartment, her empty apartment, and crawl into bed.
Anything not to face the people she barely knew any more.
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