‘So, why have you ended up here. You have an expensive car parked outside and that alone suggests you are not here by choice?’ Will was surprised at the way he chose to open the discussion which seemed inevitable. He’d assumed the man of God would go route one and ask directly how things had got so bad that he had decided on such a path of sinful self-destruction.
‘My wife threw me out. I’d got angry and she had the locks changed. I came home from work one evening and found myself locked out. There were two suitcases outside which contained my clothes. I spent a few nights in a local hotel until I found this place advertised.’ Will took a sip of tea and after drinking some himself the man continued.
‘But you finding yourself locked out wasn’t just the result of an argument, was it?’ Will felt the man seated beside him knew how to pick away at the stitches of a raw open wound which didn’t seem to want to heal, but instead to wait for the lesion to break open and then everything to spill out.
‘No, the bickering had gone on for months, okay, I was having an affair, I had recently ended it, but it was one of many and no doubt there would be another and another!’ Will realised he had rather snapped his reply in a louder voice than he’d meant. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to speak so aggressively, it’s hard to talk about.’ The priest showed no reaction other than a slight nod of his head to say he understood.
‘How long have you been married?’ He asked next.
‘Nine years, the nine-year itch, isn’t that what they say?’ Will replied.
When life is at such a low ebb and the only way forward appears to be to put an end to it, there can only be two options available. To go through with it, or find a way through the darkness. This is the situation facing Will Jameson and it seems he has made his choice as he leans forward to pick up the first of many pills lined up along the table where he is seated. In a moment of perfect timing there is a knock on the door. The person knocking is someone he least expected to call and by the time he leaves a couple of hours later Will can now see a way out of the abyss.
A plan has evolved, one part involves him getting off the remorseless rollercoaster of the job which is consuming him, ironically one he relentlessly strove for as a means to finally shrug off the cruel words spoken to him by his father when he was an impressionable teenager. Even greater is a need to rekindle a past relationship and find some happiness in his life. The following day Will makes a fateful journey and by chance he sees Katie again, the woman he loved and left behind to seek further success, as she passes by in a car. This starts a remorseless quest to find her.
The odds seem to be stacked against him and obstacles pile up; his marriage is at breaking point with his wife using his two young children as a weapon to punish him. Meanwhile, two hundred miles away Katie is struggling too, hers by contrast is a violent marriage and constant struggles trying to make ends meet when her husband drinks and gambles any money he earns. As a result, she is just as unhappy as Will. Like ships passing in the night, they continually miss each other until they both recall their old meeting venue, a wall near Will’s and Katies previous place at work. The wall holds a secret, somewhere they could leave illicit messages. They finally meet and this starts a chain relation where from both sides of the country unlinked events unfold which eventually sees the heartache of death and destruction unfold and in one final terrifying event Will, Katie and four young children face a desperate fight to survive.