4.5~5★
“Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is a little voice that says, ‘run’, ‘hide’, ‘pray’, but mostly, ‘stay silent’, be as quiet as a mouse within the walls. Don’t let them find you.”
Evie knows that’s the strategy that has kept her, if not completely safe, at least alive. She remembers her family and that they fled Albania, but that’s about all. Cyrus Havens is the forensic psychologist who helped her recover (as much as she has) and in whose house she lives as a friend.
She is tiny for her age, now 22, but is usually taken to be a young teen. They are holidaying at a beach where Cyrus is swimming (she can’t swim), and she is trying out a new, more adult, look. He wants her to at least set foot in the water.
“‘It’s bracing.’
‘That’s another word for cold.’ I’m sitting in a deckchair, hiding under a wide- brimmed hat and the sunglasses I bought at Boots this morning. I think they make me look like a movie star. Cyrus says I look like a blowfly.”
Suddenly, Cyrus dives out into the ocean, and to Evie’s horror, struggles to walk out of the water carrying the body of a child. She is immediately stricken with fear and lapses into an almost catatonic state.
“I was fixated on the dead child, who looked exactly like me. How old? Four, maybe five.
They say that the first thing we lose is our baby teeth, but that’s not true. We lose our honest, unbiased memories. We begin to rewrite events, slowly altering the truth until we create a new, more acceptable story, one we can live with or tell others.”
In Evie’s case, she hadn’t rewritten the events so much as lived with a big hole in her memory. But this tragedy has dislodged something, and she can’t ignore the scenes of her own history playing in her mind. Instead, she has retreated, withdrawn: “stay silent”.
She was only nine when she arrived. At eighteen, after years of abuse, she was interviewed by forensic psychologist Cyrus Haven, who has helped her unearth a lot. But what about these new memories?
“The worst of them are buried just below the surface of her subconscious like landmines. One wrong step and they will cripple or maim. My job is not to dig them up, but to mark where they are with tiny flags so that Evie can cross the minefield safely. One of them has detonated and Evie has gone to her safe place. The question is – how do I get her back?”
She wakes up in hospital.
“ ‘I saw the bodies in the water. You were carrying a little boy and . . .’ I don’t finish. ‘I want to go home.’
‘After you’ve talked to the neurologist.’
‘The who?’
‘She’s a brain specialist. We need to find out what happened.’
‘I know what happened.’
He waits for my explanation, but I don’t have one.
‘Sleep,’ he says, turning off the light and leaning back in a chair, propping his feet on the bed.
‘You frightened me,’ he whispers.
‘I frightened myself.’ ”
Although Robotham doesn’t mince words, he doesn’t dwell on grisly descriptions. Evie’s terror is real and warranted. She is remembering her trip and is desperate to know what happened to her mother and sister.
As with gangland crime, the refugee operators run the full gamut from local toughs to the highest levels of power and influence. Everyone has an excuse. Nobody has a solution. It’s ‘the government’s fault’, of course.
While the plot and storyline keep moving, it’s the characters who hold our attention. Cyrus knows Evie has a crush on him, but he attracts his own share of lady friends, and Evie quite likes the current one. Evie was also beginning to date and feel teenaged flutters before this disruption.
They are evolving into an interesting family, and I hope to see some of them again. I think Robotham has left the possibility that we may. 😊
This is most enjoyable as part of the series, but there is enough back story here that it could be read as a standalone. Many readers of series start in the middle because that is the only book available at the library or that was shouting at us from a second-hand bookstall. Start wherever you can!
Thanks to #NetGalley and Hachette for the review copy of #StormChild from which I’ve quoted. (A few quotations may change, but you get the idea. The man knows how to write!.)