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Having run from it her entire life, the darkness in Paola Cazzola's past catches up to her. It now refuses to be contained. Struggling with her conscience, she finally faces the consequences of actions and decisions made a lifetime ago. An impulsive decision now sets events in motion that, like a runaway train, chooses its own destination and momentum.Five complete strangers, totally unaware of how their own lives have all been shaped in one way or another by that same past, are blissfully ignorant of how completely their lives are about to change as they are mysteriously drawn together. Starting out as strangers, each of them fiercely protecting their own secrets, they grow closer through circumstance as destiny plays itself out and new realities emerge. As they delve deeper and draw closer to the truth, they are plunged into deadly danger. A truth so powerful, it changes everything.

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers
Date de parution	04 mai 2020
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781528970945
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	2 Mo

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Katerina McGinley
Austin Macauley Publishers
2020-05-04
Related About The Author Dedication Copyright Information © Prologue 1967 Chapter One 2007 Chapter Two Reagan Chapter Three Paul Chapter Four Celia Chapter Five Reagan Chapter Six Paul Chapter Seven Celia Chapter Eight Alan Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Paul Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen 1967 Chapter Fourteen Angela Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Chapter Twenty-Four Chapter Twenty-Five Chapter Twenty-Six Chapter Twenty-Seven Chapter Twenty-Eight Chapter Twenty-Nine Chapter Thirty 1967 Chapter Thirty-One Chapter Thirty-Two Chapter Thirty-Three Chapter Thirty-Four
About The Author
Katerina , half German and half Italian, lives in South Africa and is married to an Englishman, has lived in various countries around the world and speaks four languages. This gave her the unique opportunity to study different people from totally different backgrounds.
Naturally curious and trying to understand life, she works intuitively to find the connection between the mind, soul and body, to find the balance between the physical and non-physical world and to build a bridge between the two. She spent many years gathering information and knowledge and holds a doctorate in metaphysical science.
Katerina is a public speaker and writer as well as a qualified life and business coach.
She combines her love of writing with her curiosity of life and people.
Dedication
My amazing husband, Stephen, for sharing my world and giving me his unwavering support always.
My daughters, Kirsten and Monika, for always believing in me.
In loving memory of my grandfather, who taught me early on that the world is a magical place.
Copyright Information ©
Katerina McGinley (2020)
The right of Katerina McGinley to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.
Any person who commits any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.
ISBN 9781528941952 (Paperback)
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There is that moment, born in the present, that we carry within us and call it the past.
Prologue

1967
Listening intently, all her senses were on high alert; the darkness around her was complete as she battled to adjust her eyes to find even the smallest sliver of light, but it was in vain. She would have to rely on her other senses to help her through this nightmare. Her laboured and painful breathing, the thunderous thumping of her heart audible, it was only with superhuman effort that she managed to gain some measure of control over her body. The child in her arms was another matter though as it stirred and moaned. She gently rocked it, shushed it, burying its head into her shoulder, praying that it would not wake any time soon and start crying. He would be coming or as far as she knew, he was already headed in her direction. For a large man, he was surprisingly quiet. I will not die tonight , she thought fiercely, almost angrily. Not like this, not here, not in this house. Shuddering, tears blinded her further as she remembered the bloody scene upstairs but quickly pulled herself together, feeling once again, panic starting to rise. Panicking now would not serve her well, she knew this. And the rest would be dealt with later, knowing the grief would come, knowing the trauma of this night would have to be dealt with, also knowing that if she did not put all that aside right now and bury it as deeply as possible, then this terrifying night would end badly for her. Would indeed end it all.
It was time to move; staying hidden underneath the staircase in the storage cupboard was not an option. If he discovered her, she was trapped. Hearing absolutely nothing to give her a clue to his whereabouts, paralysing fear took over for a moment as she pictured walking straight into him while leaving this little space, which, right now, felt the safest place to be and she longed to stay here a bit longer. There was no time though, not with a baby in her arms that could wake any second and start wailing. Taking a deep steadying breath, she gathered all her available strength and moved silently and cautiously towards the closet door but instantly froze as the slightest sound of a shuffle alerted her. She hesitated, wondering how long she could wait before her luck ran out. Her legs were starting to cramp and her back ached in the small confined space and the baby in her arms shifted and stirred.
Hearing nothing further, slowly and silently she pushed at the cupboard door and winced as it creaked. In the silence, it sounded horrendously loud and once again, she froze. Her legs started to shake as she mentally calculated the distance to the front door. Should she go for the front door or try to slip out of the back? The front door was closer and once outside, the way down the driveway, although it was stupendously long, was straightforward. It took a moment to convince herself that it was possible to make it to the road and that even at this godforsaken hour, there would be a way to make it to one of the neighbouring houses. I am not going to die here tonight , she told herself again, and then sent up a prayer to whoever might be listening out there.
Taking a deep breath and clutching the baby closer to her chest, she stepped out of the cupboard and straightened. The cramps in her legs posed a threat for a moment but ignoring the pain, she stepped out as quietly as was humanly possible, wincing as her knees creaked a little.
Slowly, trying not to breathe and straining her eyes so as not to bump into anything or fall over anything and give away her position, she edged along the wall towards the entrance of the house. Almost, but not quite, breathing a sigh of relief when reaching the entrance hall, which admittedly was rather large, she could just make out the front door from her position. Taking another tentative step forward, her heart leaped when three things happened simultaneously. The baby in her arms let out a huge wail and started to cry loudly, which almost made her drop it in fright. She tripped over something on the floor and just as she was going down, trying to turn her body so that the baby would land on top of her instead of squashing it underneath her, she saw him right there in front of her, the bloody knife in his right hand as his left hand reached out to grab her. Screaming, she went down, trying to roll away from him, hitting her head on the iron coat stand she literally saw stars as darkness descended.
She awoke to darkness. It took her a while to realise that she was lying on her back on what seemed to be a narrow bed with a steel frame. Her head was spinning and aching but as she tried to move her hands to her head, she groggily realised that her arms were restrained and it was impossible to move. Confused, she tried to move her legs and felt the restraints there too. As memories of the past twelve hours came flooding back, she was momentarily confused as to why she was still alive, but simultaneously realised that this could change at any moment. Where was she? Aware now that the only sound in the room was that of her own rasping breath and pounding heart. There were no windows, no light, and it took her a while to see anything at all, although this caused her to pant even harder. Paralysing fear gripped her in a way that she had never experienced before, shivering as a coldness that invaded the very core of her ripped through her body. Shaking and cold, she tried to clear her head, to think, although this proved to be impossible. She had a terrible taste in her mouth and her head was throbbing so badly it made her want to throw up. She tested the restraints gingerly, trying to feel how tight they were and how much leeway there was. Managing to lift her legs slightly was her only movement; her wrists seemed securely tied although she could not figure out with what. She twisted and turned and tried to see if she could work the restraints loose. The baby! What had happened to the baby? Quieter now as she focussed on this rather than her own dire situation, she wondered how much time had passed and if she was still in the house. It smelt and felt damp; did this house have a cellar that she didn’t know about? Helplessly, she stared into the darkness, knowing she desperately needed help and realised at the same time that this help was unlikely to arrive any time soon. As this thought dawned on her, she heard footsteps, a door opening. He had come.

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We assume the world is as we see it; however, the world is as it ever has been.
Chapter One

2007
The house on the corner was once again unoccupied. The neighbours all wondered about it. Most of them had lived in the neighbourhood for years, some even for generations, but the house on the corner—the one with the green roof, green gate and natural stone wall—was constantly changing its occupants. No one could understand why. It wasn’t an ugly house; it certainly was a