Chapter Forty – KateHe's watching me while dragging on his cigarette. I smell it. I can't see him, but I know that he's here; I can feel his evil eyes boring into me.
My blood is tricking, trailing slowly from my wrists down my fingertips and pooling behind my back.
I can't fight my fear any longer. I'm bawling, recalling fond childhood memories. I want to remember them again before it's too late and they're lost forever. I remember my gramps teaching me to waltz in a green taffeta ball gown when I was seven, at my grandparents Ruby wedding party.
I remember helping Nan to decorate Easter biscuits, with currants and sitting on sunny beaches with my parents. Dad building giant sand speedboats for Louise and me to sit in. I recall my mum's tears when we chose my wedding dress together, an
