PROLOGUE

I was just sixteen when I learned that the world was not as I had always seen it. That I had been viewing it through rose-tinted glasses and the people in it were not who I had thought they were.

You might say that this is something that happens in every sixteen-year olds life. That at some point they outgrow those childish beliefs and see the world for what it really is. This is true, at sometime in our lives we all see the world through new eyes whether for the better or for the worse.

But for me my whole world was blown apart, the people I had always known and trusted suddenly became strangers to me. When I looked at them I saw through their lies and saw how easily I had been deceived and it angered me. They lied to us about who they were, what they had done and about who we really were.

I am eighteen now and I have seen into myself, seen how their lies shaped me and made me into that sixteen year-old and I have realised that discovering the truth has made me into the eighteen year-old that I am today.

I am my father's son and that is both wonderful and terrifying to me. You could say that his lie was not so terrible, that he and the others told that intricate fabric of lies to protect us. I do not agree, I did not then and I do not now. They lied to protect themselves, they were once thought to be criminals and when they were pardoned they thought they could just continue their lives as if those years of running and hiding had never existed.

They were wrong.