‘You nearly killed yourself last night, you know,’ said Miriam.

A dark panic pulsed through Liam, upsetting the gentle peace of the hotel breakfast.

What did she mean? His head was hazy. It had rained last night, lashed heavily so that,

walking home from the restaurant, they were soaked through to their underwear. There was

beer taken, Gran Riserva, strong. There was a fuzziness, blurred frames in the film of his

memory.

A beautiful weekend break in Rome takes a dark turn as Liam struggles with his inner demons. The crushing weight of the past captured in one beautiful sculpture. Listen to Kieran reading his deeply emotional story.