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
Glancing away from the dying woman, I let my head sink back into my shoulders and stare at the ceiling. This nightmare belonged to everyone, not just me; Danny and Mom as well, and Katie Collins, and my real mother. One moment of madness rerouting the lives of so many. What were you thinking, Mom? What was going on in your head? I wish I could talk to her now. But I can’t, I’ll never know what she was thinking that day. Did postpartum depression precipitate her madness, the death of Rebecca, sending her into a frenzy. Or did she act with cold calculation to ease Danny’s lifetime of regret? Whatever the reason, and maybe it was all of these things, I’ll never know.
Outside in the corridor a trolley screeches as it passes by, reminding me where I am, that Dad and Danny will be back soon. I have only a few moments to do what I want to do. Leaning forward, I move my lips close to her ears.
‘I know what you did. I know you abducted me.’
My heart swells as I smell her death closing in on me, her shallow breaths moving further apart. Mom is leaving. Suddenly I start to shiver all over, my teeth chattering, my hands shaking.
Taking her hand, I press it to my face and feel the dry skin scrape my cheek. I loved this woman, I love this woman. My tears fall onto her face.
‘I forgive you, Mom.’
Gently at first, then stronger, her hand squeezes mine. It only lasts a few seconds, but it’s enough.
‘Mom… Mom!’ I cry, letting my face fall onto hers, feeling her last breath on my lips.
When the door opens, Nurse Lucy walks in, with Danny and Dad following behind. Danny stares at me, wondering will I burst this bubble of sadness that unites us. He seems more interested in me than his mom.
The nurse moves to the bed and I step away, turning my back on everything and everyone. I’m here trying to blank it all out, but Dad’s sobbing follows me. There’s no escape.
The nurse’s whisper is a small sound, big enough to destroy everything in its path.
‘She’s gone.’
Chapter Fifty-Five
The two soldiers of grief lean against the wall. Danny with his arm draped across my father’s shoulder. Both faces blank with disbelief. She’s gone. Nancy Wall is gone.