Close Your Eyes, by Michael ROBOTHAM

Publisher: “My father said nothing, not that first day or the next day or any of the subsequent ones. Instead he sat in his armchair, mouthing words as though conducting some unfinished argument. One day I asked him if Mum was in Heaven. ‘No.” ‘Where is she?’ 'Rotting in Hell.’ ‘But Hell is for bad … Continue reading Close Your Eyes, by Michael ROBOTHAM