Nicola Ridd 'link' Instant

Not on her door. Inside her.

Nicola Ridd had never believed in ghosts. She believed in rock pools, the grit of sand in her trainers, and the cold shock of diving into the North Sea on New Year’s Day. She believed in the weight of wet wool and the burn of a good, strong tea. nicola ridd

“Nicola – the moor keeps what you give it. Come find me before they build the road.” Not on her door

Someone—or something—needed her to open the right lock at the wrong time. nicola ridd