Chapters (71)
- 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
- A Letter from Jackie
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Also by Jackie Walsh
‘And what did she say?’ Dad says. It’s like I’m not even here.
‘That she’s not sure,’ Joanna says, turning to look at me.
‘You’re not sure?’ Dad says.
I stare back blankly, and shrug, hoping it will quieten them. But no, in jumps Danny with my answer all prepared for me.
‘Becca won’t be getting tested for any gene,’ he says. ‘Why the hell would she want to know if that nightmare was waiting for her?’ He puts an arm around Joanna, pulling her close and wrapping his hands around the baby bump. ‘Maybe when she has kids, okay, maybe then she’ll change her mind and get tested.’
Well fuck you, Danny. Why do you care if I get tested or not? You got tested and didn’t ask anyone’s opinion or permission.
Grabbing my jacket, I stomp for the door, saying, ‘You know what? Maybe I’ll do whatever I want.’
The kitchen door makes a bigger bang than I meant it to as I storm out, but I don’t care if the house falls down. I’m sick of Danny trying to run my life, judging me and telling me how to do everything better.
A brown paper bag on the hall table catches my eye. Opening it, I inhale the warm smell of freshly baked muffins. Cinnamon, blueberries, warm sugar, a bouquet of calories. Joanna must have baked them for my father. Taking the bag with me, I slam the front door closed.
Chapter Five
A soft breeze plays on my face when I step outside. Tall trees line both sides of the street; a palette of fall colors. I take a few deep breaths to calm myself, then cross the street to Bert and Edith’s.
From nowhere Stephen Black jumps into my mind. I just slept with my boss. Shit, what am I going to do? There’s no way I can face him tomorrow. Maybe I’ll ring in sick, or just not show up, or move job. Or move city.
Bert’s yard is bare, with dusky grey soil where green grass flourished before the summer sun scorched it. After ringing the doorbell, I hear the shuffle of Bert’s footsteps and pray the Advil starts working soon.
Bert opens the door, a smile tugging at his sagging face. He has one of those funny smiles where only one corner of his lips curls up. He steps back to let me in, calling out to Edith to let her know I’ve arrived. Habit, I guess. She won’t hear him.