Chapters (64)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
Imogen arrives in time to catch the last part, and Harri feels her breath catch in the back of her throat. She smiles—is Imogen avoiding her eyes, or does she always make a beeline for Louise? What can she say to her? Please? I’m sorry? Harri’s dilemma feels heavy in her chest, sharp cornered. If she leaves, she’ll lose everything. Yet it’s the thought of staying that seems like a gradual death. Imogen is her Thelma, and in her heart, all Harri wants is for the pair of them to drive off the edge of the cliff together. But it’s easy for her to prepare to lose everything when she doesn’t really believe she has anything to lose, any longer. It’s different for Imogen.
If a decision is difficult, it usually means there is no right answer. There is no safe option. Whatever you pick will inevitably lead to gains and losses. All anyone can do is focus on those gains, and not what they might regret.
Harri hoped that by this point in her life, she’d finally feel wise enough to choose confidently, and well. Hadn’t she learned anything? Take the money, you can always quit. That didn’t feel right. Harri wasn’t a quitter. She was too proud. Even when she was drained, anxious, too tired to close her own eyes. Quitters never win. She was brave. She was famous for it. No matter how vulnerable and broken she felt, she kept showing up.
Had she? Or had she just been turning up, and staying numb? Was she fearless, courageous—or just trading her own happiness to stay safe, to maintain a broader status quo?
That wasn’t brave at all.
While Harri grapples with her conscience and wonders whether she can be as brave as Susan Sarandon, the real Louise is finally free, and able to start unbuttoning her coat. ‘Imogen! Guess who has been asking about you? You remember my friend Tristan…’ Harri feels herself zoning out. She mimes busyness. She tries not to think about anything. She’ll delete her junk mail. She’ll change her screensaver. She’ll avoid all human interaction for the rest of the morning, and then…
‘HARRI! Harri! Can I talk to you?’
Imogen is standing by Harri’s desk, hopping from foot to foot. For a minute, Harri wonders whether she has come to ask permission to go to the toilet.
‘Sure, of course, what’s up?’