Kathy Nightingale was lost long before the angels took her sixty years into the past and left her there. She hadn’t been unhappy as such, it was just that her life had been going nowhere and she’d known it. She’d wanted a fresh start, a new life, but with no way to achieve that she’d just kept plodding along in the same old familiar rut.
Then one day she’d blinked and when she’d opened her eyes, instead of London in 2007, she’d been outside Hull in December of 1920. A new life had found her when she’d least expected it.