Chapters (81)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Prologue
- 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
- Chapter Sixty
- Chapter Sixty-One
- Chapter Sixty-Two
- Chapter Sixty-Three
- Chapter Sixty-Four
- Chapter Sixty-Five
- Chapter Sixty-Six
- Chapter Sixty-Seven
- Chapter Sixty-Eight
- Chapter Sixty-Nine
- Chapter Seventy
- Chapter Seventy-One
- Chapter Seventy-Two
- Chapter Seventy-Three
- Chapter Seventy-Four
- A Letter From Ruby
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Also by Ruby Speechley
‘I wish you wouldn’t put up with him.’ He touches her arm. A power surge shoots through her. She drops the shoe on the floor and locks her hands together. He turns his back on her, adjusting his crotch.
As he bends down, she examines the back of his neck, the soft springy hairs escaping his Pink Floyd T-shirt, a wing-looking tattoo, just visible. She never knew Rob had tattoos.
His hands work quickly, matching the shoes together, lining them up. She imagines those hands smoothing over her body. No, stop it. Adam’s not left her, he’s coming home.
Chapter Forty-Five
Maddy: November 2019
It’s a gusty day, not the best weather to be playing in the park with Emily, but Maddy won’t let it put her off. Squinting at the low, blinding sun, she pushes Emily on the swing, all the time keeping an eye on the path by the hairdressers, which she guesses is the way he will come. A crow squawks angrily in the swaying skeleton tree as the wind rumbles around them. Emily says something, but her voice is snatched away. Maddy checks her phone. It is exactly 5 p.m. Perhaps he can’t get away. If Mother’s idea works, he won’t be able to resist the note she left in his sock drawer, because she signed it ‘Dad’.
COME AND MEET ME AT THE PARK AT 5 PM. DON’T TELL YOUR MUM. IT’S OUR LITTLE SECRET. DAD X
There is the possibility that he’ll show it to Alison, which is why she’s disguised her handwriting by using capital letters. Hopefully it’s easy for Jamie to read. She pictures her marching around the corner of the hairdressers and dragging Jamie away by the wrist. By then it won’t matter because she’ll have turned him against her. Told him things he ought to know about his mother. Maddy will put her hood up, turn away and hope she goes straight back home when she realises Adam is not there and she’s just a mum in a park with her daughter.
It’s 5.02 p.m. Is he allowed out on his own normally? She’s not sure, but he can sneak out of the door, can’t he? He’d do anything to see his dad.
At 5.03 p.m., he runs towards them, head down, hood up. Poor boy, probably thinks Daddy won’t wait. She keeps one eye on Emily, who is in the climbing frame, while she waves at Jamie. He comes to an abrupt halt in front of her.
‘Oh, hi again, have you seen my dad? He said he’d be here.’ Jamie is out of breath. He’s changed out of his school clothes and is wearing jeans and trainers.