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

I can’t do this. I don’t know what I was thinking. I have a wife and two beautiful babies who need me. I choose them. We should never have got together. It wasn’t fair on anyone. I’m sorry for all the hurt I’ve caused you and my wife. You need to forget about me and get on with your life without me in it. Please don’t make it harder on us all by getting in touch again. It really is over. It was fun while it lasted but I have responsibilities to my family now and you need to let me fulfil them. Goodbye.

OCTOBER

16

Sam

‘Ah! Dr Jones. We meet again. Fancy some company, Billy No Mates?’

I looked up from my lunch to see Tiff standing over me, holding a packet of sandwiches and a banana.

I smiled as I indicated for her to join me. ‘I actually did have company but he had to take a call.’

‘Whatever you say. I’ve got a favour to ask you.’

‘What sort of favour?’

‘Nothing illegal or immoral, I promise.’

‘Sounds a bit dull then.’

Tiff laughed. ‘Actually, it’s not even for me. It’s for my flatmate, Jemma. You work in neurological sciences, yeah? Parkinson’s?’

I nodded. ‘That’s my specialism. Why?’

‘Jemma’s mum’s been diagnosed with Parkinson’s. She’s seeing a consultant but Jemma’s worried that there’s something else going on with her – something more than the Parkinson’s – and I reckon she could do with speaking to someone who knows what they’re talking about because Googling it is making her panic.’

‘Why doesn’t she just talk to her mum’s consultant?’

‘Her mum’s not local so she can’t go and see him. She tried to call him but he wouldn’t speak to her without her mum’s permission. She doesn’t want to ask her mum for permission because she doesn’t want to let on that she’s worried about her and that she thinks there’s something other than the Parkinson’s going on. Vicious circle.’

I pushed the remnants of my shepherd’s pie aside and took a sip from my bottle of water. It wasn’t the normal way of doing things and there were charities that Tiff’s flatmate could contact if she wanted to learn more. But I’d promised myself that I’d make more of an effort to get to know some people in London and here was an opportunity for another small step.

Tiff cocked her head on one side. ‘I’m being a bit too cheeky, aren’t I? You spend all day talking to people about this stuff. I bet the last thing you want to do is spend an evening doing the same, especially when you’re not even being paid for it. Although, I promise there won’t be any snakes.’