Chapters (109)
- Cover
- READERS ARE GIVING ALL FOR YOU FIVE STARS!
- Also by Louise Jensen
- About the Author
- Note to Readers
- Prologue
- Part One
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Part Two
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Chapter Sixty
- Chapter Sixty-One
- Chapter Sixty-Two
- Chapter Sixty-Three
- Chapter Sixty-Four
- Chapter Sixty-Five
- Chapter Sixty-Six
- Chapter Sixty-Seven
- Chapter Sixty-Eight
- Chapter Sixty-Nine
- Chapter Seventy
- Chapter Seventy-One
- Chapter Seventy-Two
- Chapter Seventy-Three
- Chapter Seventy-Four
- Chapter Seventy-Five
- Chapter Seventy-Six
- Chapter Seventy-Seven
- Chapter Seventy-Eight
- Chapter Seventy-Nine
- Chapter Eighty
- Chapter Eighty-One
- Chapter Eighty-Twos
- Chapter Eighty-Three
- Chapter Eighty-Four
- Chapter Eighty-Five
- Chapter Eighty-Six
- Chapter Eighty-Seven
- Chapter Eighty-Eight
- Chapter Eighty-Nine
- Chapter Ninety
- Chapter Ninety-One
- Part Three
- Chapter Ninety-Two
- Chapter Ninety-Three
- Chapter Ninety-Four
- The Following Letter Contains Spoilers
- Acknowledgements
- Book Club Questions
- Extract
- Chapter One
- About the Publisher
I can almost feel it tightening around my neck.
Chapter Two
Lucy
Aidan snaps on a pair of blue latex gloves from his work truck and scoops up the lifeless bird – as a vet, he’s used to dealing with animals. It’s out of sight but I can still see its glassy eyes staring up at me.
I can’t quell my feeling of panic.
Had a cat left it? There aren’t any on our street and besides, I thought cats only brought dead animals to their owners.
‘Mum?’ Kieron calls from the car, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
‘Let’s get you inside.’ As I usher him into the hallway, my eyes linger on the dark droplets of blood spotting the step. A chill snakes down my spine. I throw a glance over my shoulder as I close the front door.
The street is empty.
Once inside, I hang up my coat and hold my hand out to take Kieron’s anorak. ‘Do you want to snuggle on the sofa while I cook dinner?’
He shakes his head.
‘I’ll go upstairs.’ He’s wiped out. His footfall slow and leaden. I wish I could hoist him onto my hip and carry him the way I had before he grew too big, too heavy. It’s not only a desire to hold him that floods me but a desire to be held. I miss the closeness I shared with Aidan. A sick child hasn’t brought us closer together, it’s pushed us apart.
Music blares from the bathroom. The Arctic Monkeys singing ‘Do I Wanna Know’ over the sound of running water. I knock on the door.
‘Connor, we’re back.’
He doesn’t hear me, or pretends he doesn’t.
For years, he waged his own personal war on cleanliness, fighting against washing his hair, cleaning his teeth. All that changed when he got his first girlfriend and when I recall the way that turned out, how broken he was – is – my heart contracts.
It’s all my fault.
‘If you stop blaming yourself, Connor might stop blaming you too,’ Aidan keeps saying, but how can I?
‘Do you want a game of cards or something?’ I ask Kieron when we reach his room.
‘No. I’m going to read.’
‘Let me guess.’ I place my index finger on my chin as though I’m thinking. ‘The Hunger Games?’ Kieron is obsessed with the trilogy, his walls are plastered with posters from the film, the pale blue paint underneath barely visible.
‘Yep.’
‘You’ll get bored of them one day.’
‘Never.’