Plymouth, 2026.
Most nights after eleven, a young woman in a wartime coat boards Tam Kitto's last bus. She never pays. She rings the bell for a stop that hasn't existed since 1941, and when the doors open, nobody gets off.
Tam was cleared of blame for the accident that keeps her awake. It hasn't helped. Now the only other person who can see the girl is Margaret, eighty-four, who keeps slipping out at midnight to meet her mother off the last bus.
Plymouth, April 1941.
A nineteen-year-old conductress dies on the 9 as the city burns. She was never meant to be on that bus.
A quiet, haunting novel about guilt we don't owe, truths we do, and the last bus home.
