Once Nora had a perfect life. She met a man who was beyond her dreams. They married in a whirl and the magic never stopped. They were happy. And she bore three sons. Three perfect sons. Three easy pregnancies, three precocious, wonderful sons.
Nora lived a fairy tale.
And then, just like that, it was gone.
Trevor had ridden out to take the boys to get ice cream, there was n explosion and they were reduced to ashes.
Her life was over.
She breathed. Why?
Her parents put her into an institution because she had turned into a vegetable they were unable to manage.
Day after day Nora sat in a wheel chair pushed from room to room. Being pushed into a therapy session with other women. Sitting there, day after day, looking into nothing.
Then one day, another woman, who had been as catatonic as Enid, began to tell her story. It was exactly like Nora’s.