'The texture of the dark folded around itself and Adelheidstraat number 191 stood to attention in it's avenue under the stars. Emma was alone in the house with all it's familiar sounds but for this one. Cocooned in blankets deliberately not listening to it, she heard the gentle sound of footsteps coming up the stairs, footsteps she recognised.'

Anna wonders why her mother is the way she is, so different from herself and her experience of life. She delves back into her mother's past to unravel...