Paula stared out of the window; her gaze fixed on nothing in particular. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, orange glow over the quiet neighbourhood. Five years had passed since the day her world had shattered into a million pieces, and yet the ache in her heart was as raw as ever. James had been just a little boy of eight, his laughter filling the air like a melody. He was her golden-haired boy, full of life and boundless...