One by one, she undid each event, each decision, each choice. If Davy had remembered to put on a coat.

If Seamie McGeown had not found himself alone on a dark street. If Michael Agnew had not walked through the door of the pub on a quiet night in February in his white shirt. There is nothing special about the day Cushla meets Michael, a married man from Belfast, in the pub owned by her family.

But here, love is never far from violence, and this encounter will change both of their lives forever. 
 
Louise Kennedy