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Sometimes it’s not just people that need to be cleansed from a person’s life; it’s places.
That described Elwood, the street where Abi lived before she left for London years ago. This was a different book written by author Kerry Wilkinson. Though not a suspense, it read more like a literary fiction with Abi’s observations of life which she had left long ago.
Abi returned home for her father’s funeral. She witnessed a car skidding, then a bike and a barely breathing kid in the gully. Emergency services were called, and she had to stay until the cops were done with her. Slowly life and people started unfurling their secrets.
Having read many book by this author and reviews on Goodreads, I moved into the pages with no expectations. The street of Elwood surprised me. It breathed and sighed and despaired, and Abi was right there to witness it. I didn’t like her, per se, but liked how her presence had a triggering factor. It felt as if the street and its residents didn’t know what to do with her.
The story moved slowly giving me glimpses of past and present. It made me aware of the changes and the permanence of a place. Lines on the face of the people who lived there were deep, and none seemed rightfully happy.
There was an element of suspense with Abi wanting to know the person responsible for the hit-and-run. For me, the focus was more on the people who stayed in the street and for whom, life had already gone by.
I read the book over breakfast, the street bade me adieu after its final reveal, and I moved on to my next book.
I received a ARC from NetGalley and the publisher, and this is my journey into its pages, straight from the heart!! STRICTLY HONEST AND UNBIASED.
All my reviews can be read here
Wheeling my suitcase down the familiar, hedge-lined street, I smile at the sound of children playing in the park nearby. Suddenly, there’s a screech of car brakes. I rush over to see a bent bike wheel sticking out of the ditch, and underneath, a little boy…
As I turn the rusty key in the lock of the house I grew up in, memories flood back. None of them happy. I never told anyone why I left home twenty years ago, and all I want is to sort out Dad’s funeral as quickly as possible.
Now I’m trapped here, the only witness to a terrible incident that has left an eight-year-old boy fighting for his life. But after a lifetime trying to forget my past, I don’t know if I can trust my memory, or be totally sure of what I saw today.
Sorting through Dad’s things one night – shopping lists in his curly handwriting, piles of old newspapers, dusty sports trophies – I think I hear the back door handle rattle. I tiptoe downstairs, past an open window I’m sure I locked. And a figure darts across the overgrown garden.
Someone is watching me. Someone who knows I’m the only one who saw what happened to little Ethan… or could they know the real reason why I left? Either way, I’m certain that coming back was my biggest mistake. I can’t leave, but the longer I stay, the more danger I’m in…
Publication Date: July 2020