Chapters (39)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Also by Sarah Morgan
- Note to Readers
- Dedication
- Chapter 1Milly
- Chapter 2Nicole
- Chapter 3Milly
- Chapter 4Connie
- Chapter 5Milly
- Chapter 6Nicole
- Chapter 7Milly
- Chapter 8Connie
- Chapter 9Nicole
- Chapter 10Milly
- Chapter 11Connie
- Chapter 12Milly
- Chapter 13Nicole
- Chapter 14Milly
- Chapter 15Zoe
- Chapter 16Milly
- Chapter 17Nicole
- Chapter 18Milly
- Chapter 19Nicole
- Chapter 20Milly
- Chapter 21Zoe
- Chapter 22Connie
- Chapter 23Nicole
- Chapter 24Milly
- Chapter 25Nicole
- Chapter 26Milly
- Chapter 27Nicole
- Chapter 28Milly
- Chapter 29Milly
- Acknowledgments
- Extract
- Chapter 1Becky
- Read yourself happy with
- About the Publisher
She didn’t want to think about that now. Whatever had happened was done. Justin Fisher was reunited with his wife, who was clearly willing to forgive his transgressions. Would Milly have taken Richard back if he’d knocked on her door and said he’d made a mistake?
No way.
She turned on the shower and waited for the water to heat. The only way she might consider taking him back would be if it felt like the right thing for Zoe. But since he was showing no signs of regret, it wasn’t a dilemma she was likely to have to face.
She stepped into the shower and started her routine for the day. It felt like an effort, but she knew that once she got going she’d be fine. The day would be busy because every day was busy. She had a staff meeting at ten o’clock, and before that she was going to head to her mother’s house so that she could take Zoe to school. That was one part of the day she refused to miss, a routine she’d been following since Zoe’s first day at school.
She worried endlessly about Zoe, about what impact the divorce would have on her, about what was going on in her head. Remembering how she’d felt when her father had walked out, Milly had been determined that her daughter wasn’t going to suffer those same feelings of worthlessness. She’d been careful to emphasize that Richard’s decision was his own and had nothing to do with Zoe. That Zoe bore no responsibility for his choices. And Zoe always insisted that she was fine, and oddly enough in the beginning she did seem fine—better than Milly—but over the past few weeks something had changed. Milly had noticed her shoulders were a little more slumped, her eyes a little more tired and the little frown between her eyes more prominent.
All she could do was make sure she gave Zoe the opportunity to talk if she wanted to. She couldn’t make her confide. She wished she could have a conversation with Richard about it, but she knew he’d tell her she was fussing and that she worried too much. He didn’t seem to worry at all, and she wasn’t sure whether that was because he’d totally abdicated responsibility for anything other than the so-called fun aspects of childcare (Why does Zoe need an asthma review? Hasn’t she grown out of it?) or because he was afraid of being forced to acknowledge that his actions might be having a negative impact on their daughter.
She was basically alone with the problem. And now she had Nicole in the mix.
But she’d figure out the whole Nicole problem later. For now, her friend was going to have to stay in the cabin out of sight.