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Chapters (39)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Also by Sarah Morgan
  4. Note to Readers
  5. Dedication
  6. Chapter 1Milly
  7. Chapter 2Nicole
  8. Chapter 3Milly
  9. Chapter 4Connie
  10. Chapter 5Milly
  11. Chapter 6Nicole
  12. Chapter 7Milly
  13. Chapter 8Connie
  14. Chapter 9Nicole
  15. Chapter 10Milly
  16. Chapter 11Connie
  17. Chapter 12Milly
  18. Chapter 13Nicole
  19. Chapter 14Milly
  20. Chapter 15Zoe
  21. Chapter 16Milly
  22. Chapter 17Nicole
  23. Chapter 18Milly
  24. Chapter 19Nicole
  25. Chapter 20Milly
  26. Chapter 21Zoe
  27. Chapter 22Connie
  28. Chapter 23Nicole
  29. Chapter 24Milly
  30. Chapter 25Nicole
  31. Chapter 26Milly
  32. Chapter 27Nicole
  33. Chapter 28Milly
  34. Chapter 29Milly
  35. Acknowledgments
  36. Extract
  37. Chapter 1Becky
  38. Read yourself happy with
  39. About the Publisher

Milly poured herself a coffee. “Thespian or not, Zoe, you need to hurry up or we’ll be late for school.”

“Maybe I’ll join you for your run on the weekend,” Zoe said. “Oh wait, I can’t. It’s my weekend to go to Dad’s.”

Nicole glanced at her friend. She knew how difficult she found those weekends, but nothing showed in Milly’s face as she reached into the fridge and pulled out more berries.

“You can join us the weekend after. If you can keep up.”

Nicole felt admiration and the same pang of envy she often felt when she watched Milly with Zoe. In her opinion, they had the perfect mother–daughter relationship.

Zoe vanished to get ready for school, and Milly handed Nicole a bowl of berries.

“Well, you can definitely stop worrying about whether you’ll be a good mother or not. You’re going to be brilliant. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For getting her to talk about it. For handling it all so well. I told you that you’d be an amazing mother, and you just proved it.”

“She’s a teenager, not a baby. It’s different.”

Milly laughed. “Babies are much easier than teenagers. Or perhaps I should say it’s a different type of stress. One is physically exhausting, and the other is mentally exhausting. As you will discover. Anyway, thanks.”

Nicole felt a little better. Maybe she wasn’t going to be such an awful mother. Maybe there was hope. “You’re welcome.”

Milly added yogurt to her berries, but this time she didn’t bother reaching for honey. “I can’t believe Zoe and Cally aren’t talking to each other. I feel sick for her.”

Nicole had only recently learned that was a thing: feeling your child’s emotions as if they were your own. If Zoe was worried, Milly worried. If Zoe was in pain, Milly was in pain. It was as if the two of them were invisibly connected.

She wondered sometimes why that connection had been missing for her mother. There had been so many times during her childhood when she’d been in pain and she was sure her mother hadn’t felt a thing.

But it was obvious to her that Milly felt everything.

Over the past couple of weeks Nicole had watched Milly and Zoe together and studied their interactions.