CHAPTER NINE
The drive to Shane’s hometown took them further and deeper into the heart of Ireland. Keira felt like she was being transported back in time, or through a wormhole to another universe where the grass was a more vibrant green, the air more oxygen rich.
“This is my town,” Shane said, turning off the small road onto an even narrower one.
Keira looked about her, squinting in confusion. “But there’s nothing here.”
“Sure there is,” Shane laughed. He pointed at a post box surrounded by hedges that had been untamed for so many years they seemed to be consuming it. “There’s the post office.”
Keira laughed. Shane pointed further ahead to a small wooden structure that looked like it might once have been a bus stop but hadn’t been used for a decade.
“The local nightclub,” he added.
