Like viewing a reflection from a broken glass, Emily’s mind ran a familiar pictorial display. First it was the image of little Emily running down a stairs, then another image of a house on fire, flashes of a young boy running in the sand. Next, her eye lids parted revealing the piercing light of day.

He was the first face her eyes eyes fell on, with concern that soon turned to shock at her consciousness. Banging migraine made it difficult for her to recollect all that happens last, apart ...