Catherine thought the beach would be safe, with its slim arc of sand and the cool water just beyond. The children would splash like shimmering fish, darting through the soothing mix of salt and fresh water of the Derwent Estuary. They’d get through this day together, playing and laughing in the shallow water.
She was wrong.
It was obvious almost as soon as she left the frightened occupants of her classroom under the care of Miss Downie. In the playground the wind was fierce, whipping her with leaves and grit. Catherine put a hand up to protect her eyes and leant into the hot blast as she struggled across the melting bitumen of the forecourt. The smoke was thick and heavy, assaulting her throat and lungs with a brutal thuggishness. She pushed her way towards the gate leading to Nutgrove Beach…










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