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Chapters (88)
  1. Cover
  2. Title
  3. January 2014
  4. 1. Jeanette
  5. 2. Sandra
  6. 3. Jan
  7. 4. Jeanette
  8. 5. Sandra
  9. 6. Jeanette
  10. 7. Sandra
  11. 8. Jeanette
  12. May 2018
  13. 9. Sandra
  14. 10. Jeanette
  15. 11. Sandra
  16. 12. Jeanette
  17. 13. Sandra
  18. 14. Jeanette
  19. 15. Sandra
  20. January–February 2014
  21. 16. Jan
  22. 17. Sandra
  23. 18. Jan
  24. 19. Sandra
  25. 20. Jan
  26. 21. Sandra
  27. 22. Jan
  28. 23. Sandra
  29. May 2018
  30. 24. Sandra
  31. 25. Jeanette
  32. 26. Sandra
  33. 27. Jeanette
  34. 28. Sandra
  35. January–February 2014
  36. 29. Karl-Erik
  37. 30. Jeanette
  38. 31. Kerstin
  39. 32. Jeanette
  40. 33. Jan
  41. 34. Jeanette
  42. 35. Jan
  43. 36. Jeanette
  44. 37. Kerstin
  45. June 2018
  46. 38. Sandra
  47. 39. Jeanette
  48. 40. Sandra
  49. 41. Jeanette
  50. 42. Sandra
  51. 43. Jeanette
  52. 44. Sandra
  53. 45. Kerstin
  54. 46. Sandra
  55. 47. Kerstin
  56. 48. Sandra
  57. 49. Jan
  58. 50. Kerstin
  59. 51. Sandra
  60. July 2018
  61. 52. Kerstin
  62. 53. Sandra
  63. 54. Jan
  64. 55. Sandra
  65. 56. Kerstin
  66. 57. Sandra
  67. 58. Jan
  68. 59. Kerstin
  69. 60. Jeanette
  70. 61. Kerstin
  71. 62. Jan
  72. 63. Jeanette
  73. 64. Kerstin
  74. 65. Sandra
  75. 66. Kerstin
  76. 67. Sandra
  77. 68. Kerstin
  78. 69. Sandra
  79. 70. Kerstin
  80. 71. Jan
  81. 72. Sandra
  82. 73. Kerstin
  83. 74. Jan
  84. 75. Sandra
  85. 76. Jan
  86. 77. Sandra
  87. 78. Kerstin
  88. Acknowledgements

SEVERAL HOURS AFTER Jeanette had left her, Kerstin was pacing back and forth in the flat with a really bad feeling in her body. The feeling that she wasn’t good enough, the feeling of having all the dials turned up, of being too much. Clingy, as Jeanette had put it. It was downright painful. Like a bad conscience, it was impossible to wriggle free from it, impossible to push it to one side and take a breather.

Kerstin tried to read, watched some TV, cooked, ate, played games on her mobile—but it wouldn’t go away. She couldn’t concentrate on anything. The joy at the day’s exploits was unable to penetrate through the din of negative and irrelevant emotions. What did it matter how Jeanette dealt with the knowledge that it was Kerstin’s husband she had left to die in the car wreck once upon a time? How could it ever be Kerstin’s problem to arrange a soft landing for Jeanette after she found that out? If Jeanette wanted to torture herself, then let her. She could just as well let the curses whistle past her if that was the way she wanted it.

Kerstin tried to persuade herself. But she wasn’t disposed that way. She wanted the people around her to feel good, and it was most unsatisfying that she personally had some responsibility for Jeanette’s emotional about-turn. She knew full well that the problem was founded upon Jeanette’s obstinacy rather than Kerstin herself. But if anyone had it in them to break the deadlock inside Jeanette, it was Kerstin. Perhaps it was presumptuous to think like that, especially given Jeanette’s harsh parting words, but Kerstin needed to rise above that kind of thing. Despite the fact that Jeanette was an arch-egoist, incapable of pulling herself together even though Kerstin had been magnanimous and had forgiven her, it was probably best for now to put Jeanette first and deprioritise her own emotional needs—such as not wanting to be seen as excessively pushy.

It was around midnight when she decided to stroll over to Jeanette’s flat, force her way in, and refuse to climb down in the face of harsh words and outright insults. She was going to stay with Jeanette until she had softened and become more reasonable. She would prevent her from continuing in her downward spiral and from harming herself, if it was really going that far.