She turns liquid eyes to me. “But she hadn't?”
“No. She was murdered when I was small. But, at the time, I didn't understand that.”
Her voice is dull. “Who killed her?”
“My father.”
Her eyes widen. “And what happened to him?”
“In the end, I killed him.”
The laugh is bleak. “Karma.”
“Yes, Karma. What goes around comes around.”
She sits back in her chair’ eyes me. “And so here we are.”
“As you say. Here we are.”
Time to move on…
“How did you get away? After you were taken from Blessingmoors?”
She shrugs. “I was moved from one shitbag place to another. I don't know where most of it was. One ploughed field looks like any other. Sometimes it was fruit, or peas, but mainly it was potatoes. Then, one of the Gang Masters, he could have had me, but instead, he offered me light work if I
