Chapters (80)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- CONTENTS
- PROLOGUE
- CHAPTER 1
- CHAPTER 2
- CHAPTER 3
- CHAPTER 4
- CHAPTER 5
- CHAPTER 6
- CHAPTER 7
- CHAPTER 8
- CHAPTER 9
- CHAPTER 10
- CHAPTER 11
- CHAPTER 12
- CHAPTER 13
- CHAPTER 14
- CHAPTER 15
- CHAPTER 16
- CHAPTER 17
- CHAPTER 18
- CHAPTER 19
- CHAPTER 20
- CHAPTER 21
- CHAPTER 22
- CHAPTER 23
- CHAPTER 24
- CHAPTER 25
- CHAPTER 26
- CHAPTER 27
- CHAPTER 28
- CHAPTER 29
- CHAPTER 30
- CHAPTER 31
- CHAPTER 32
- CHAPTER 33
- CHAPTER 34
- CHAPTER 35
- CHAPTER 36
- CHAPTER 37
- CHAPTER 38
- CHAPTER 39
- CHAPTER 40
- CHAPTER 41
- CHAPTER 42
- CHAPTER 43
- CHAPTER 44
- CHAPTER 45
- CHAPTER 46
- CHAPTER 47
- CHAPTER 48
- CHAPTER 49
- CHAPTER 50
- CHAPTER 51
- CHAPTER 52
- CHAPTER 53
- CHAPTER 54
- CHAPTER 55
- CHAPTER 56
- CHAPTER 57
- CHAPTER 58
- CHAPTER 59
- CHAPTER 60
- CHAPTER 61
- CHAPTER 62
- CHAPTER 63
- CHAPTER 64
- CHAPTER 65
- CHAPTER 66
- CHAPTER 67
- CHAPTER 68
- CHAPTER 69
- CHAPTER 70
- A LETTER TO MY READERS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- ALSO BY RACHEL ABBOTT
- OTHER NOVELS BY RACHEL ABBOTT
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- READING GROUP QUESTIONS
I want to tell her that I’m more than a bit worked up, but even in the state I’m in I know none of this is Thea’s fault, so I do as she asks. She perches herself on the edge of the bed and pushes her hands under her thighs as she watches me sip her infusion. It tastes good – I can taste lemons, but other herbs too. For a moment my mind is distracted as I try to identify the ingredients, and as always Thea seems able to read my mind.
‘It’s got some camomile in it,’ she says, ‘but I like lemon balm for stress, and a bit of sage too, not forgetting the valerian. Oh, and a bit of passion flower. All designed to make you feel better.’
It seems to be working, but maybe it’s the comfort of a hot drink and my hands cupped around a warm mug. ‘I lost it, Thea. I really lost it with him.’
She smiles. ‘Good. From all that you’ve told me, it sounds as if he deserves everything you threw at him. Do you have a plan?’
‘I told him to get out because I want to let the spare room. If he’s not gone in two days, I’m going to tell that snotty kid at the building society to repossess the house and throw him out on the street. At least I’ll get my deposit back.’ I can hear my voice getting a little calmer and my breathing has steadied. I feel a pang of guilt about the way I spoke to the girl, who was only trying to do her job.
‘Would you like to have a chat with the doctor? He is so good at helping people see things as they are.’
I don’t want to be rude, but I remember the last session. ‘What value do you bring to the world?’ he had asked. I have thought of those words often since, and on top of everything else I don’t think I could cope with feeling worthless right now.
‘It’s kind of you,’ I answer, relieved that my manners seem to be returning, ‘but for now I think I’m fine. I’ve expended so much energy over the last few hours that I think I might have a bath and go to bed. Is that okay?’
Thea pushes herself to her feet. ‘Of course, dear. But you need to eat something. I made us some soup for lunch – how about that? I’ll go down and get you some now.’
‘No, Thea. It’s fine, honestly,’ I say, embarrassed about all she is doing for me.
‘I’m not taking no for an answer,’ she says. ‘Back in a moment.’
I give in. I am starting to feel lethargic and I imagine it’s the adrenaline seeping from my system. I’ll probably just do as I’m told.