Come through your door
The roads around Dingle are whisper-quiet in the small hours of a rainy night, empty of the tourists who throng the town by day. As she and her assistant, Patrick, drive home after an already traumatic day, Dimpna Wilde isn't expecting to see anyone, let alone her employee, Niamh, standing in the road, dressed in a nightgown and soaked to the skin. Dazed and distraught, Niamh passes out after muttering incoherently, and at her apartment, Dimpna a...
