“I have to be sure you can cope . . .”
That sounds nice and caring written down, but it’s a threat. They’re like vultures, sitting on a branch, watching me with their beady eyes . . .
Sarah Carnaby’s mother is dead, and she found the body. But Sarah’s not talking, even when she’s called as a prosecution witness. She knows nothing, feels nothing, remembers nothing.
Because if she allows anyone to get close, if she lets anyone in, she may never see her family again.