Prologue

I fell in love for the first when I was 17, it was christmas time. There was snow on the ground, lights twinkling in the distance. A magical feeling began to grow inside me.

I remember thinking how lucky I was when I received a beautiful bunch of hand delivered flowers, or when he'd ring on his break from work.

How proud of him I was when he would spend the day helping him Mother at home.

I remember laughing and smiling, giggling because he made me deliriously happy.

If only I knew it was all a lie.

If only I knew he wasn't who he said he was.