This story had me guessing and second guessing the whole ride. It was visually stunning, with an outstanding sense of place. I could easily hear that ominous thunder and smell those bright red poppies. And I could feel a sense of doom and fear and hopelessness with every recollection she had about her father and her best friend. I could sense her agony as she spoke to her mother and listened to her little brother try to work out where that ball had come from. I can't wait for part two!