I am not who I say I am, and Marla isn’t who she thinks she is. I am a girl trying to forget. She is a woman trying to remember. Allison has run away from home and with nowhere to live finds herself hiding out in the shed of what she thinks is an abandoned house. But the house isn’t empty. An elderly woman named Marla, with dementia, lives there – and she mistakes Allison for an old friend from her past called Toffee.
Allison is used to hiding who she really is, and trying to be what other people want her to be. And so, Toffee is who she becomes. After all, it means she has a place to stay. There are worse places she could be. But as their bond grows, and Allison discovers how much Marla needs a real friend, she begins to ask herself – where is home? What is a family? And most importantly, who am I, really?
“It’s a reflection of Crossan’s skill that the misery never feels overdrawn and the characters stay with you long after you have read the last line.”
Alex O’Connell THE TIMES
“Laced with old hurts and small kindnesses, it’s a book that changes its reader for the better.”
Imogen Russell Williams, GUARDIAN