People were gathering, and the buzz of anticipation was almost palpable. I sipped my  champagne and scanned the crowd. I caught someone’s eye and began to smile, but they swiftly  looked away. A quick glance around revealed others furtively watching us too. The surreptitious glances were making me uncomfortable, but Mum didn’t appear to notice. We had been invited to a Mid-Summer party on the Big Field. Mum and I...

It’s 2:02 a.m. on a cold summer night.