‘It was two days since the funeral. Ellie had told everyone she would be perfectly all right on her own, but of course she wasn’t. The pills the doctor had given her weren’t helping, either. She couldn’t sleep at night, and felt half asleep all day. She knew she would feel more alive if she stopped taking the pills, but she wasn’t sure she could cope if she did……………A heavy-set woman burst out of the side door of the church, arms flailing. Ellie registered that this was unusual, but did not move.Mrs Dawes ran down the path from the church. Ellie felt a faint stir of interest. She’d never seen the stately Mrs Dawes run before.Mrs Dawes fought her way through the gate which led from the church grounds into the alley. Crossing the alley she wrenched open the gate into Ellie’s garden. Mrs Dawes’ face was red and her padded olive-green coat flapped around her as she pounded her way up the garden and banged on Ellie’s kitchen door’
Recovering from the devastation caused by her husband's early death, and bullied by her ambitious daughter, Ellie struggles to find her own identity. When a body is found in the church opposite her house she cannot help but ask questions.
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