The first policeman just looks at her with his most well-trained sympathetic face. ‘I’m sorry, Mr and Mrs Smith, but we’re going to need a formal identification on the body. We need you to come and confirm whether it is or is not David.’
I think Mum might faint – her skin suddenly turns grey and her eyes look like they can’t focus. She already knows, I can tell. Roger puts an arm around her.
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About the Author
Sharon Sant was born in Dorset but now lives in Stoke-on-Trent. She graduated from Staffordshire University in 2009 with a degree in English and creative writing and is now pretending to research a PhD in literary studies. She currently works part time as a freelance editor and continues to write her own stories. She is an avid reader with eclectic tastes across many genres, and when not busy trying in vain to be a domestic goddess, can often be found lurking in local coffee shops with her head in a book. To find out more you can follow her on Twitter, find her on Facebook or visit her website
Also by Sharon Sant:
The Memory Game
Sky Song (book one of the Sky Song trilogy)
The Young Moon (book two of the Sky Song trilogy)
Not of Our Sky (book three of the Sky Song trilogy)
Runners