Chapter Twenty Eight
Every fibre of my being was pulling me back to that moment on the meridian road. The memories coursed through my body like a drug, I could barely keep the car on the road. I couldn’t organise them in my head, it was just flashing images, I was hurtling towards a revelation.
There were still cars on the road despite the late hour, I swerved around them, driving up on footpaths, barely avoiding oncoming traffic. All I could hear was the sound of horns being honked furiously, and underneath, the splashing of waves against the shore of the Lincolnshire Coast 25 years ago. I stayed off the main roads and walked past the park towards Cleethorpes sand dunes. I was crying. What happened? Who was I hiding from? I was no longer in Cambridge, I was back there, devastated and al
