She’d kept the cheesy Crow’s Nest name: it was rather fun after all, and she definitely needed a bit of fun. Besides, she knew her Hannah would love the name … at least she hoped she would. Chloe wasn’t sure about anything as far as her daughter was concerned and with the way things were between them, it was unlikely that Hannah would ever see the flat anyway.

Chloe liked her kitchen and her home to be immaculate, with nothing out of place. She hadn’t always been like that. Before Hannah had gone to uni she’d been more than happy to live amidst the chaos of daily family life. Shoes discarded in the hall, school books and magazines littering the sitting room, a hamster’s cage on the dining table, and Hannah’s room resembling a junk shop.

Since she’d moved to the Crow’s Nest, it made her anxious to have a thing out of place in the apartment, or a hair out of place on her head. She knew a shrink would say it was her way of bringing order to the chaos in her personal life and she didn’t care. It was her way of coping with the loss. She missed her ex still, and even though he’d had an affair with the barista at the office coffee shop, she still harboured an idea that he might come crawling back to her, apologetic and reformed. She knew that was unlikely and she should forget about him but she was only human. She missed Fraser’s company, before his affair, they’d been happy enough. For all his faults he was a good if over-protective father, funny and for most of their marriage, a loving husband.

Most of all, she missed Hannah like an organ that had been torn out of her body.

Chloe sank onto one of the kitchen stools as a fresh pang of guilt seized her.

Sam had asked her again about Hannah that morning and once again Chloe hadn’t been quite honest in her reply. In fact, she hadn’t been honest with any of her friends in Porthmellow. She hadn’t exactly lied to them, but she certainly hadn’t told the truth either.