BANG! Shazia flinched at the sudden noise, and her friend Emma laughed. ‘I didn’t know you were scared of fireworks.’
‘I’m not,’ Shazia lied. She pulled her coat around her neck more tightly. ‘It just made me jump, that’s all.’ She glanced at Emma’s face, rapt in the flickering coloured lights of a Roman candle. It had been a mistake, coming here. She shouldn’t have let Emma talk her into it.
There was a series of shrill squeals from a firework, twizzling and sparking through the air. Shazia bit her lip and clenched her fists so tightly her fingernails dug into her palms. It was bringing it all back, what had happened. The whole reason she’d moved to this town. Emma didn’t know – how could she? She knew nothing of Shazia’s previous life.
Shazia stared through blurred eyes at the fountains of silver and gold and remembered this day last year…