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Chapters (68)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Dedication
  4. Prelude
  5. George
  6. Dan
  7. Lizzie
  8. George
  9. Dan
  10. Lizzie
  11. George
  12. Dan
  13. Lizzie
  14. George
  15. Dan
  16. Lizzie
  17. George
  18. Dan
  19. Lizzie
  20. George
  21. Dan
  22. Lizzie
  23. George
  24. Dan
  25. Lizzie
  26. George
  27. Dan
  28. Lizzie
  29. George
  30. Dan
  31. Lizzie
  32. George
  33. Dan
  34. George
  35. Dan
  36. Lizzie
  37. George
  38. Dan
  39. Lizzie
  40. George
  41. Dan
  42. Lizzie
  43. Dan
  44. George
  45. Dan
  46. Lizzie
  47. Dan
  48. Lizzie
  49. George
  50. Lizzie
  51. George
  52. Dan
  53. Lizzie
  54. George
  55. Dan
  56. Lizzie
  57. George
  58. Dan
  59. Lizzie
  60. George
  61. Dan
  62. Lizzie
  63. George
  64. Dan
  65. Beth
  66. Postscript
  67. Acknowledgements
  68. THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING

The Beacon is waking up. She sees buds and birds as they make their way to school. Maybe they’ve been there for some time. All she ever used to see was the lack of places to hide. Now that it no longer matters, she realizes she’ll miss it here. She wonders what it will look like in the height of summer, alive with bees and buttercups, and feels a stab of sadness that she’ll never know. She watches Lenny run and roll with Maud and says a silent goodbye.

They arrive at school half an hour early. She tells the receptionist she has a doctor’s appointment, and would it be okay if Lenny sat in the office for a little while? Linda says, ‘Of course,’ and Lenny frowns and asks Lizzie if it’s about her hand. Lizzie says yes. She’s off to get some magic cream to make it better. ‘Nothing to worry about. I’ll be here at pick-up.’

Her breath catches on the last word. She kisses him hard and holds him even harder, and he doesn’t complain as he usually would. He senses, perhaps, that she needs this. They have always had this unspoken telepathy. When he was a baby, she’d walk into his room seconds before he woke. Her breasts would harden with milk in the moment before he cried. Her body was made to look after his. She has failed them both. All she can do now is let him go with a smile that hurts more than the kettle, the blade, the car door, and say, ‘See you soon, my darling boy,’ and make the sign-language shape for ‘sorry’.

Lizzie and Maud march back to the shelter and Maud doesn’t pause once to wee or sniff. She knows what’s coming, is as keen as Lizzie to get it over and done with. When Lizzie stops briefly, to take a breath, Maud barks at her to keep going.

When she gets back to the shelter, Lizzie strides into the office and says, ‘I’m ready to talk to the police.’

Tess is both surprised and delighted. ‘Well, then, how about that.’ She picks up the phone. ‘Twelve o’clock. Lovely, thank you. Yes, we’ll be here. See you soon.’ She puts the receiver down. ‘You’re doing the right thing. I’m so proud of you, Lizzie. We’re all here to support you.’