Description
The strange thing about people is that at the sight of them, you don’t think too much about them. They simply appear normal and unimportant; just merely walking, or waiting for the bus, or doing grocery shopping – nothing else beyond the plain verb – maybe not even worth a second thought. People are very much like houses, yes, thank you very much. By which I mean: The outside doesn't really give much away of what's happening on the inside. Even though, funnily, most of our lives are occurring within. Thoughts, emotions, feelings, memories; the very basic essences of humanity are mostly invisible to the eye. But maybe that was the whole purpose of the human body, after all: to conceal. Today, I would like to particularly point out to you something else which can be hidden inside human bodies: secrets. Deadly little things they are, which can be not so little at times and rather more similar to a ticking time bomb that could wash out whole cities. In case you happen to be wondering; this story is about that one deadly little thing – a secret, which rips apart quite a number of people. Figuratively and literally.
Prologue
