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Chapters (66)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. PART ONE
  6. CHAPTER ONE
  7. CHAPTER TWO
  8. CHAPTER THREE
  9. CHAPTER FOUR
  10. CHAPTER FIVE
  11. CHAPTER SIX
  12. CHAPTER SEVEN
  13. CHAPTER EIGHT
  14. CHAPTER NINE
  15. CHAPTER TEN
  16. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  17. CHAPTER TWELVE
  18. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  19. PART TWO
  20. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  21. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  22. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  23. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  24. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  25. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  34. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  35. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  39. PART THREE
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  44. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  45. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  46. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  47. CHAPTER FORTY
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  49. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  52. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  53. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  54. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  55. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
  56. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
  57. CHAPTER FIFTY
  58. CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
  59. CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
  60. CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
  61. CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
  62. CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
  63. CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
  64. EPILOGUE
  65. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  66. About the Author

Keelin had such immense knowledge. She’d been far too dismissive of it, Imelda thought guiltily, remembering the Judgement card. She would try to be more open to the woo-woo stuff in future, because it had turned out to be very thought provoking indeed, Imelda conceded, enjoying the way the evening sun stippled the branches of the trees in light and shade.

Her thoughts turned to Brigid’s revelation that she’d got pregnant by Johnny Larkin. Imelda had been utterly dismayed, not because her sister had got pregnant, but because she’d not felt able to confide in Imelda. Now they knew everything about each other. It was true, blood was thicker than water, and she was glad of it.

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Marie-Claire lay on her bed studying a selfie she’d taken of the four of them as they sat on a stone wall at the edge of Loch Lomond, cups of tea in hands. Imelda was looking at Brigid, laughing at one of her witty asides; Keelin, hair swept up in a loose knot, sunglasses perched on top of her head, was looking effortlessly chic, the worry lines of the past month softened now that her estrangement from her mother was over.

Marie-Claire was joining in with the laughter, looking carefree as she gazed up into the camera lens, held up high to get them all in, her auburn hair tumbling around her shoulders, her green eyes squinting in the sun, surrounded by the three women she loved most in the world.

A happy photo. One to cherish, Marie-Claire thought with pleasure, logging out of her Facebook page. A thought struck her: she hadn’t given Marc a thought these last few days. There’d been no posting photos to impress him with her allegedly wonderful life. It was time she stopped acting like a teenager, she thought, with a dart of shame at her previous behaviour. A woman in her thirties uploading fake happy posts was so not cool. She’d never do that again.

‘Maybe I’m finally over him. I was happy these past few days. Now there’s a welcome revelation, Mary Magdalene!’ Marie-Claire murmured, picking up her phone to call Frankie to tell him that it was absolutely imperative that he get his skinny ass over to Rosslyn because she knew in her bones that his frequency work was going to be big! She wasn’t her mother’s daughter for nothing, Marie-Claire thought to herself as her friend, and potential new boss answered the phone.

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