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Back Because She Loves Me Save as PDF
Chapters (50)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication Page
  4. Contents
  5. One
  6. Two
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Sixteen
  21. Seventeen
  22. Eighteen
  23. Ninteen
  24. Twenty
  25. Twenty-one
  26. Twenty-two
  27. Twenty-three
  28. Twenty-four
  29. Twenty-five
  30. Twenty-six
  31. Twenty-seven
  32. Twenty-eight
  33. Twenty-nine
  34. Thirty
  35. Thirty-one
  36. Thirty-two
  37. Thirty-three
  38. Thirty-four
  39. Thirty-five
  40. Thirty-six
  41. Thirty-seven
  42. Thirty-eight
  43. Thirty-nine
  44. Forty
  45. Forty-one
  46. Forty-two
  47. Epilogue
  48. Letter From the Author
  49. Acknowledgements
  50. About the Author

‘Hmm. Well, anyway, I hope it all gets sorted out quickly because it feels like we’re living under a black cloud. The trial is months away though.’

I left the office feeling even more worried about money than before. I stood outside and tapped out an email to Emma on my phone, but it seemed to me that if they were so worried about losing business they would be reluctant to take anyone new on. The chances of starting my new job receded with every day that Victor was off work. If Emma didn’t reply with good news, I was heading towards deep financial trouble. Even with Charlie moving in, I still needed a regular income. I didn’t want to become dependent on her, to become a kept man. The thought was anathema to me.

Sure enough, Emma replied almost straight away.

Sorry Andrew. We have a freeze on new hires at the moment, while this mess is sorted out. But we’ll be in touch as soon as we know more . . .

If I’d still been carrying my crutch I would have chucked it at something.

My blood sugar was low and I needed to eat something. I walked down Old Street towards Hoxton, deep in thought. With the freelance situation looking gloomy, I was going to have to find a job. As I was mulling over what to do, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. It was Sasha.

The police have been to see Lance. He denies everything. X

I replied: He would. Do they have any way of tracing that text? X

No. Can’t trace blocked numbers. Also, he had an alibi so says he couldn’t have come to my flat that night. But his alibi is Mae! Police say nothing more they can do at mo esp as nothing has happened since. X

I went into a cafe – a kind of ironic greasy spoon – and got my laptop out, connecting to the wifi. As the waitress brought me my all-day breakfast, I started working on my CV, using a template I found online. I had decided: I didn’t want to be a freelancer any more. I was tired of being on my own all day every day. I wanted to meet new people. As this thought entered my head, it was chased by another: Charlie wouldn’t like it. It almost made me change my mind back immediately, to stay working freelance. I didn’t want to upset her . . . But then I asked myself what the hell I was thinking? I couldn’t modify my behaviour, go against my own needs like that. I wanted a job and I was going to find one.