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NCARNATION
    ‘Filled with repentance for what his lust had unleashed Shemhazai asked the Lord if there was any hope for mankind . . . The Lord replied: “I will bind your sons into fleshly bodies for three hundred generations.”’

C HAPTER F OUR
DISCLOSURE
    M y palm smacked into the touch lamp and it crashed on to the floor. The sound echoed the gunshots that still crackled in my ears.
    I rested my head in my hands. I’d been home a week.
    Maybe they haven’t found the grave yet.
    The old dream still haunted me. Its details were as vivid as ever, but each night a new variation ripped my rest apart.
    I dug my knuckles into my eyes and checked the clock. I’d barely slept for an hour. Defeated, I lay back down and stared at the shadows on the wall, waiting for sleep to wash the next horror over me.
    Unable to face eating, I pushed cornflakes around my bowl.
    Mum bustled into the kitchen and started washing up. ‘Did you hear the headlines? Shall I turn it up?’
    ‘What?’
    ‘The headlines.’ She rolled her eyes at me and twiddled thevolume on the radio. ‘They said something about our twin town, Hopfingen. You were there last week. Was anything going on?’
    I shook my head and put down my spoon. As I waited for the news I gripped the work surface, my heart beating faster. The piece that mentioned Hopfingen was last. It had hit the international news, but wasn’t as important as some celebrity’s latest wardrobe crisis.
    ‘The German town of Hopfingen has been rocked by reports of a mass grave less than sixty miles from its boundary. Some of the victims have now been identified as local residents whose records were never located at Flossenbürg Concentration Camp, where it was previously believed they had ended their lives.
    Investigators are operating under the assumption that this is grisly evidence of a, till recently undiscovered, war crime. However, we understand that police were led to the grave by an anonymous tip and are keen to speak to the individual who left the information.’
    If they’ve found the grave why haven’t my nightmares gone?
    ‘Cassie?’
    ‘W-what happened?’ I looked around, confused. I was on thefloor. I levered myself on to my elbows, skidded on cornflakes and slipped back down.
    ‘You fainted.’ Mum offered me a hand, but as she spoke my memory replayed the previous moments.
    Oh, God, I’m never going to be free.
    I curled into a ball among the remains of my breakfast and pressed my hands over my ears, trying to silence the news report that seemed to be playing on a loop in my head.
    ‘Dave!’ Mum shouted. ‘Get down here.’
    Dad’s voice preceded him into the kitchen. ‘What is it? I have to go.’ His feet stopped in the doorway. ‘What’s wrong with Cassie?’ I curled up tighter and Dad’s wrist rested briefly on my forehead. ‘She hasn’t a temperature.’ Mum murmured something and he pulled his hand away. ‘I knew something like this would happen if we let her go to Germany.’
    ‘There was no way to be sure. She had to go . . . It was about her future.’
    ‘And this is about the past,’ Dad growled.
    I opened my eyes.
    ‘We don’t know that.’ Mum clutched an RNLI tea towel as if it was a lifebelt.
    Dad climbed to his feet and smoothed his suit. ‘I need to call the office.’
    ‘What?’ Mum gave a little jump, like a rabbit caught out of its hole.
    ‘I’m not going in today. We’ve got to sort this out. It’s time she knew.’
    ‘No!’ Mum sounded desperate. ‘We agreed it wouldn’t help.’
    Dad gestured towards me. ‘You don’t think it can make things any worse, do you?’ His legs momentarily obscured my view of Mum as he moved to the kitchen door. ‘I’m going for the video.’
    ‘Can’t we talk about this? Look at the state of her.’
    ‘Get her into the front room, Marie. You’ve got time to calm her down a bit. I’ve got to get the VCR out of the loft and hook it up.’
    ‘
Dave!
’
    ‘We’re doing this.’ His