'Curl Curl, Sydney, January 1978.
'Angie's a looker. Or she's going to be. She's only fourteen, but already, heads turn wherever she goes. Male heads, mainly . . .
'Jane worships her older cousin Angie. She spends her summer vying for Angie's attention. Then Angie is murdered. Jane and her family are shattered. They withdraw into themselves, casting a veil of silence over Angie's death.
'Thirty years later, a journalist arrives with questions about the tragic event. Jane is relieved to finally talk about her adored cousin. And so is her family. But whose version of Angie's story – whose version of Angie herself – is the real one? And can past wrongs ever be made right?
'The shocking truth of Angie's last days will force Jane to question everything she once believed. Because nothing – not the past or even the present –
is as she once imagined.' (Publisher's blurb)
Epigraph:
You don't look back along time, but down through it, like water.
Sometimes this comes to the surface, sometimes that, sometimes nothing. Nothing goes away. –Margaret Atwood – Cat's Eye
But where do you live mostly now?''
'With the lost boys.'
'Who are they?'
'They are the children who fall out of their perambulators when the nurse is looking the other way. If they are not claimed in seven days they are sent far away to the Neverland to defray expenses. I'm captain.'
'What fun it must be?'
'Yes,' said the cunning Peter, 'but we are rather lonely. You see we have no female companionship.'
'Are none of the others girls?'
'Oh no; girls, you know, are much too clever to fall out of their prams.'
–JM Barrie – Peter Pan
