It’s been exactly four months since Alex moved back into his parents’ house along with his aunt, Ruth, and his three cousins, and he and the gang have all turned seventeen now. Their sweet sixteens are long over; Miles is well aware. Where he was once carefree and dreamy – romantic, even – he is now anxious. Just constantly anxious. Anxious and terrorised.
Because something has started to terrorise not just him, but everything and everyone.
The entire neighbourhood has changed. Park Lane is no longer a beautiful street filled with laughter and sunny afternoons. At least not to Miles. Park Lane is now a place of dread and alarm. Of watching over your shoulder and choosing your words carefully. A place of stormy clouds gathering and turning black over your head, without anyone noticing or
