This is what Justine crashes into when she stumbles off the bus in the middle of nowhere.
More specifically she stumbles into the lives of Michael and Hannah, and their two children: Euan – victim of a hit and run – and the adorable Ross. I loved Ross to bits, but felt that he came over more like a four or five year old than the alleged seven years given by the author. Still, his His innocence is a great foil for the stupidity of the adults around him.
Justine isn't going to get away with her theft, but more than that, she's not going to get away with anything she's ever done. She keeps looking over her shoulder, waiting for her former lover to find her.