Wrapped in a pink fluffy woollen blanket, a baby is buried without ceremony, in a cemetery at the dead of night. One of a series of revelations that only became known to me in later life and started to unravel the cosy family history I had always imagined for myself. The assumptions, the omissions, the contradictions, the little white lies; the more I discovered, the more questions it posed. Why hadn't the family secrets been shared with...