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