“After Jack died, [Mum and Dad] protected themselves by refusing to love us, the kids who still had dying to do. And it fell to us to keep ourselves alive until somebody remembered we were there.”
Then a stranger thinks Rowan dropped a photo negative and Rowan’s new friend develops it.
What we don’t dare talk about, what we pretend isn’t happening—that’s trouble.
There’s more than a six-year-old’s dropped tray and “broken soup” to be mopped up.
This book may be classified YA, but there’s plenty in it for parents to think about! I’ll be looking for Jenny Valentine’s other books to see if they are as well written.