A family home should be where you feel safe. Mine was where my family was destroyed.

Thirty years ago, when we lived there, my mother left and never came back. A year later, at Halloween, my father took his own life.
Now I’m back. I inherited our family home, a crumbling four-bed, Victorianhouse.

It’s the last place I want to be, but it’s also my last chance to put my life back together. My ex ran off with another woman. And my daughter isn’t speaking to me.

I want to reconnect with my daughter and give her the family home she deserves.

But then I find the jade necklace. Behind a skirting board in the kitchen. The one that matched my mother’s eyes and she never took off . . . And a letter.

Going home could be the worst move I ever made.