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  2. Dedication
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  52. Acknowledgments
  53. More from Jessica Redland
  54. About the Author
  55. Also by Jessica Redland
  56. About Boldwood Books

‘Good days and bad days,’ I said, finally looking up. ‘I didn’t warm to her consultant and Mum can’t stand him either. About the only helpful thing he did was giving her a lecture for not doing any exercise. He said that being too busy at work to find time for it would be an excuse she regretted when the symptoms worsened. I lectured her too, then Karen and Rachel came round and had a go. She’s now doing yoga and Pilates with Karen several times a week. It’s early days but Karen reckons it’s already making a difference. The next step is convincing her to cut back on her time at Bear With Me but that will be like convincing her it would be a good idea to chop off her right arm. That place is her life. I know it’ll be hard for her to ease back from it but, for the sake of her health, she needs to.’

Tiff stared at me for a moment, then smiled. ‘It’s hard when someone you care about needs to walk away but won’t, isn’t it?’ She stood up. ‘I’m off to bed. Night.’

‘Night.’

I watched Tiff go through the door to the bedrooms and nodded. She was right. I should walk away from Scott and put the sorry episode behind me filed under ‘serious case of misdirected trust’.

But I wasn’t sure if I could.

13

Jemma

‘Are you expecting an important call?’ Owen paused by the display of early twentieth century teddy bears I was stock-taking, cleaning, and rearranging on Monday morning.

I stepped down from the kick-stool, my heart racing. Had Scott called the museum? ‘Why? Has someone phoned?’

‘No. But I’ve walked through here several times this morning and you’ve been checking your phone every time.’

‘Oh my God! Have I? I didn’t realise. I’m so sorry, Owen. I’ll stay late.’

He shook his head. ‘You’re not in trouble and I don’t expect you to stay late. I’m just a concerned boss and friend. Is your mum okay?’

I blushed. ‘Yes and no. It’s not Mum, though. It’s…’ I shook my head and lowered my eyes. ‘It’s Scott.’

‘That waste of space? What are you in touch with him for?’ I’d told Owen my sorry tale last week after returning from my weekend in Whitsborough Bay. I’d removed my engagement ring and he was the sort who’d have noticed so I’d wanted to get in there first with the explanation.