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  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
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  50. Acknowledgements
  51. Also by Jen Williams
  52. About the Publisher

Hello stranger – word is you’re back in Balesford. Want to meet up? I was so sorry to hear about your mum, I hope you’re ok xxx

Nikki Appiah. Heather looked around at the dark trees, wondering if the neighbours were watching and reporting on her somehow from between their net curtains. She sniffed, blinking rapidly to clear her eyes before typing a reply.

Are you on the neighbourhood watch or what? Yeah I’m back for a bit. Are you around now? Spoons? I need a drink.

She paused, then added a green-faced vomit emoticon.

Nikki’s reply popped up almost immediately.

It’s eleven in the morning, Hev. But yes, let’s meet in town. It’s been too long, and it would be good to see your face (even if it’s green). See you in an hour? Xxx

Heather slipped the phone away. It was growing darker, and the air was beginning to smell sharp and mineral – it would rain soon, and it would be good to be elsewhere. The wind picked up, rattling through the tall bushes and making them sway, and for the barest moment it seemed to Heather that there was too much movement there, as though something were choosing to move with the wind, to hide its footsteps. She peered at the darker shadows, trying to discern a shape, then turned to the back door, dismissing it as her imagination looking for things to be scared of. The house still looked blank and unknowable, a little box of mundanity.

‘What were you thinking, Mum?’

Her own voice sounded sad and strange to her, so she wiped away the last of the tears from her cheeks, and headed back through the house to the rented car.

3

The wind had freshened through the morning, driving away the grey clouds and leaving behind a scrubbed-clean sort of sky – chilly yet cheering. Beverly was pleased. Her grandchildren, Tess and James, would get a few hours out in the garden at least. Like all kids these days they were obsessed with their phones and their gadgets, but Beverly was proud to note that they could still be tempted out into her garden when the weather was fine, and with that in mind she shrugged her coat on – still the thin one, autumn hadn’t quite started to bite yet – and made her way out of the back gate. Her garden was beautiful, but it had no horse chestnut trees, whereas the fields out the back had two very fine ones, and she wanted to see if they were dropping yet.