Chapters (58)
- Cover
- Dedication
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- Thirty-eight
- Thirty-nine
- Forty
- Forty-one
- Forty-two
- Forty-three
- Forty-four
- Forty-five
- Forty-six
- Forty-seven
- Forty-eight
- Forty-nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-one
- Acknowledgements
- An Eastbourne Murder Mystery
- Canelo Crime
- About the Author
- Also by Sheila Bugler
‘I’ll pay you back,’ Emer said. ‘Whatever money you spend, I’ll give you back every penny as soon as I can.’
‘You’ll do no such thing. I want to do this for you, Emer. So let me. Please?’
For the second time this evening, Emer’s eyes filled with tears.
‘That’s so kind, Robert. Thank you.’
‘My pleasure,’ he said. ‘And maybe we’ll say nothing to Ursula for now. No point upsetting her until we know the truth, is there?’
He said good night and left her alone to drink her cocoa. She was suddenly exhausted. She climbed into bed, hugging the mug of cocoa to her chest. Letting the warmth seep into her body, soothing her. A few minutes later, she put the mug down and switched her light off. The last thing she saw before she drifted into sleep was her sister, running away from her down a long corridor.
Eight
‘Canada.’ Dee repeated the word, as if doing so might help her make more sense of it. But it was just as incomprehensible the second time round.
‘Toronto,’ Ella said. ‘It’s such a wonderful opportunity, Dee. There’s no way Tom could turn it down. I always thought we’d never leave here, but this job is too good for him to pass up.’
‘It’s so far away.’
‘But you can visit,’ Ella said. ‘Think about that. You could come and have the most amazing holidays. We’ll have a huge house. The company’s paying for all our travel and accommodation. Besides, it’s not as if it’s forever. Two years, that’s all.’
But it wouldn’t be just two years. They would never come back. How could they? Tom’s career would go from strength to strength out there. Jake would start school there. He’d have friends and a new life. The first years of his life here in Eastbourne would soon fade. He would forget about Dee and what she’d meant to him, what they’d meant to each other.
From the little bits of information Dee had been able to retain through the fog of shock, the Toronto film industry was booming. Tom was good at his job as a set designer, and Dee knew he’d already outgrown the industry here in the UK and Ireland. Moving somewhere bigger was the logical next step. As Tom had said time and again. He hadn’t been looking for work in Canada. Hadn’t even considered it, apparently. Then this job offer had come up and the opportunity was too good to turn down. He’d accepted it and, in less than four weeks from now, they would be moving.