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Chapters (100)
  1. Half Title
  2. Also By Natalie Fergie
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright
  5. Dedication
  6. Contents
  7. 2011
  8. Chapter 1
  9. Chapter 2
  10. 1908
  11. Chapter 3
  12. 1910
  13. Chapter 4
  14. Chapter 5
  15. Chapter 6
  16. Chapter 7
  17. Chapter 8
  18. Chapter 9
  19. Chapter 10
  20. Chapter 11
  21. Chapter 12
  22. Chapter 13
  23. Chapter 14
  24. Chapter 15
  25. Chapter 16
  26. Chapter 17
  27. Chapter 18
  28. Chapter 19
  29. Chapter 20
  30. Chapter 21
  31. Chapter 22
  32. Chapter 23
  33. Chapter 24
  34. Chapter 25
  35. Chapter 26
  36. Chapter 27
  37. Chapter 28
  38. Chapter 29
  39. Chapter 30
  40. 1921
  41. Chapter 31
  42. 1931
  43. Chapter 32
  44. Chapter 33
  45. Chapter 34
  46. Chapter 35
  47. Chapter 36
  48. Chapter 37
  49. Chapter 38
  50. Chapter 39
  51. Chapter 40
  52. Chapter 41
  53. Chapter 42
  54. Chapter 43
  55. Chapter 44
  56. Chapter 45
  57. Chapter 46
  58. Chapter 47
  59. Chapter 48
  60. Chapter 49
  61. 1951
  62. Chapter 50
  63. 2011
  64. Chapter 51
  65. Chapter 52
  66. Chapter 53
  67. Chapter 54
  68. Chapter 55
  69. Chapter 56
  70. Chapter 57
  71. Chapter 58
  72. Chapter 59
  73. Chapter 60
  74. Chapter 61
  75. Chapter 62
  76. Chapter 63
  77. Chapter 64
  78. Chapter 65
  79. Chapter 66
  80. Chapter 67
  81. Chapter 68
  82. Chapter 69
  83. Chapter 70
  84. Chapter 71
  85. Chapter 72
  86. Chapter 73
  87. Chapter 74
  88. Chapter 75
  89. Chapter 76
  90. Chapter 77
  91. 2021
  92. Chapter 78
  93. Chapter 79
  94. Chapter 80
  95. 2022
  96. Chapter 81
  97. Parkin
  98. Acknowledgements
  99. About the Author
  100. About Embla Books

Tess takes a truffle and pulls the twisted cellophane wrapping slowly between her fingers. She pops the chocolate globe into her mouth, feels the cold outer shell crack and lets the whole thing dissolve slowly on her tongue. She wonders briefly if Patrick has discovered that she has removed herself from their joint photo archive.

She had done it in the company of two big tubs of Ben & Jerry’s. Hundreds and hundreds of images of them smiling at the camera, standing in front of European cathedrals and monuments, sitting in restaurants or side by side on trains and planes, and opening Christmas presents. Trusting him. Everything they shared feels like a lifetime ago, and he doesn’t have the right to see her face again. Not after all the lies.

They have all been permanently deleted.

Every. Single. One.

Chapter 53

February 2011

‘Twenty-five.’

‘Hello, Miss Williams, it’s Alasdair McKay here, from M and P Legal.’

‘Good morning, Alasdair, I’ve been expecting your call. But you really must call me Georgia; after all, we have been communicating for at least thirty years now.’

‘If you insist.’

‘Shall I come and see you? Or would you like to come here?’

‘Thank you for the kind offer, Georgia.’ He says her name carefully as though he might break it. ‘Unfortunately, I’m rather pushed for time this week. I believe Ms Reid has been in touch?’

‘She has.’

‘In which case, you’ll be aware that I may have a young woman for you.’

Georgia doesn’t reply.

‘I know you haven’t had anyone since the difficulties with the last one, but I wouldn’t be fulfilling our firm’s agreement if I didn’t let you know about her.’

‘How young is young?’

‘She is a woman in her mid-thirties, who has found herself,’ he pauses, ‘shall we say, unexpectedly single and in need of a fresh start. She only moved to Edinburgh a few months ago so she is quite isolated; in fact the only person she really knows is Ms Reid. There is some urgency about the situation.’

‘Is she working?’

‘No, not any longer. She was living as a digital nomad.’

‘A digital what?’

‘Someone who can take their work with them wherever they go. They often have jobs like website design or software development which can be done from anywhere.’

‘Oh, I see what you mean, I think.’

‘She’s been living in various places over the last few years. Portugal, Greece, Germany, Sweden, and probably more. All in the European Union, of course. She travelled to find nice weather and new places to explore. It’s a bit of a thing among these types of people, apparently.’

‘So she was a website designer?’

‘No, a personal organiser, though I’m not entirely sure what that involves. All I know is that she isn’t going to be doing it any longer.’