Our Dream Home

I never win anything. Not competitions. Not arguments. Not affection from my own children.Most days, I’m just getting through – dodging teenage sarcasm, scraping fishfingers off plates, wishing my husband would just notice me once in a while.Then came the emails. Win a car! Win a holiday! Win a house!Spam, obviously. I blocked them.But then I heard the radio. A real dream-home giveaway.And for one moment – stuck between roadworks and honking horns – I let myself want something.I texted in.And suddenly my whole life changed.Now we’re living in a house bigger than my wildest dreams – and my darkest nightmares.Because the threats started almost immediately. Someone congratulating me . . . by name.Someone who knows about the mistake that ruined everything sixteen years ago.They know the truth. They want something from me.And if I don’t give it to them, my lucky break will become a death sentence.