'Nikki and Gemma left and I turned my attention to the sandwich maker. It sat there, white and gleaming, a clean, neat, magic machine. The outside was clean, anyway. It was a present to the family from Mum. I suppose she thought it would save her time. We could cooking snacks. I suppose she hoped we'd wash it all up again. We did sometimes.
I decided to try a chocolate spread toastie. I lifted the machine's insides from the washing up bowl. The cheese had gone all stretchy and could be peeled away, like old nail varnish. Very satisfying. Sam had missed a real treat.
I patted its insides dry and prepared the sandwich. It was a bit thick but I forced the machine shut with a satisfying snap like a little handbag. It sat there sizzling busily, making my sandwich.
I wondered who would wash it up when Sam went off to college?
That October was when it all began.'
'He's different. He's like a ghost drifting round the edges of our world, but his eyes reach mine and I cannot look away.'
What Rachel sees on her working holiday at the Victorian mill will never be forgotten. How can she ignore the treatment of Daniel and Sally at the hands of Mr Silk, the Master of the Mill?