For almost fifty years, Katie Carroll has kept a box tucked away inside her wardrobe. It dates from her time working as a nurse in a west of Ireland home for unwed mothers in the 1970s. The box contains a notebook holding the details of the babies and young women she met there. It also holds many of the babies’ identity bracelets…
When a young man is found murdered in a London houseboat, it triggers questions about three women who knew him. Three women with separate connections to the victim. Three women who are simmering with resentment. Who are, whether they know it or not, burning to right the wrongs done to them. When it comes to revenge, even good people might be capable of terrible deeds. How long can secrets smolder before they explode into flame?
She’s broke, broken-hearted, and moving back in with her mother, but Vi Chalmers isn’t one to feel sorry for herself. Nope. Vi picks herself up, dusts herself off, and takes a job teaching at her old high school. Okay, so maybe she feels a little sorry for herself. Enter her best friend, Kade. He’s there like he’s always been, making her laugh and letting her cry on his shoulder. Vi can’t help but wonder if maybe she’s missed something all these years. Could Kade be more than the boy next door?
