A SIGNED, STAMPED AND EMBOSSED PAPERBACK COPY of OUR DREAM HOME.
 
I never win anything. Not competitions. Not arguments. Not affection from my own children.
 
Most days, I’m just getting through – dodging teenage sarcasm, scraping fishfingers off plates, wishing my husband would just notice me once in a while.
 
Then came the emails. Win a car! Win a holiday! Win a house!
 
Spam, obviously. I blocked them.
 
But then I heard the radio. A real dream-home giveaway.
 
And for one moment – stuck between roadworks and honking horns – I let myself want something.
 
I texted in.
 
And suddenly my whole life changed.
 
Now we’re living in a house bigger than my wildest dreams – and my darkest nightmares.
 
Because the threats started almost immediately. Someone congratulating me . . . by name.
 
Someone who knows about the mistake that ruined everything sixteen years ago.
 
They know the truth. They want something from me.
 
And if I don’t give it to them, my lucky break will become a death sentence.