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
‘I know you aren’t. Doesn’t mean I can’t relate though. It’s four years since she died and I loved her to bits but I was absolutely furious with her for leaving us. They say grief is not a logical thing, and it’s true.’ He pulls himself back to the present.
Tess rubs her dirty palms together slowly. ‘It’s not something we have any control over. It just smashes its way in. One minute you are loved and safe, and the next, it’s all gone.’ She examines the green tinge on her fingers, left by the grass. ‘A distant acquaintance told me recently that he has three kids now, so I guess that means he got what he wanted. I suppose it probably wasn’t exactly easy for him either. These things are difficult for everyone. I’ve seen enough broken hearts in this house over the last eleven years to know that.’
‘So when you came here, did Georgia look after you?’
Tess shakes her head. ‘Absolutely not. Nobody here is looked after. Annie started it all, Georgia took over and now it’s my turn. Number 25 offers people somewhere to stay at a time in their lives when they have no idea how to wash, or eat proper food, or speak in whole sentences, let alone organise things like going to the dentist. When I took over from her, Georgia told me that everyone takes a different amount of time. Some need six months, others need a year or even longer.’
‘Time to do what, though?’
‘To reach the point where they can think about what comes next.’
‘Gotcha.’ Ben closes his notebook. ‘The girls kept me busy, but it wasn’t until we moved here last summer that I was able to make a proper start.’ He thinks about Zoe, and what she would want for them. This isn’t the life they planned together, but he is sure she would approve of the line of walking boots in the hall, and the waterproofs hanging on the hooks above them, always ready for the next adventure. Number 25 is not a magazine-perfect house, despite the neatly paired socks and never-late library books. In the kitchen the girls’ colourful paintings of the four of them are stuck to the freezer door, and Tess never makes any attempt to remove them until the next piece of art arrives.