Prologue Some things are so bad, and you don’t want them to have happened so hard, they break your mind, and you can’t remember them, even if they happened just a few moments before. Chapter One Leaving Halfway Behind me, one of the caged birds scrapes its beak against a perch. I cup the back of my head, trying to keep my arms out of the afternoon sun blazing through the French windows. A rocket of cramp shoots up from my bottom. “Mum, may I get up to use the loo?” Mum’s sp

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