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Chapters (52)
  1. COVER PAGE
  2. DEDICATION
  3. PART ONE
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. TEN
  14. ELEVEN
  15. TWELVE
  16. THIRTEEN
  17. FOURTEEN
  18. FIFTEEN
  19. SIXTEEN
  20. SEVENTEEN
  21. EIGHTEEN
  22. PART TWO
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. TWENTY-SIX
  31. TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. TWENTY-NINE
  34. THIRTY
  35. THIRTY-ONE
  36. THIRTY-TWO
  37. THIRTY-THREE
  38. THIRTY-FOUR
  39. THIRTY-FIVE
  40. THIRTY-SIX
  41. THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. THIRTY-NINE
  44. FORTY
  45. FORTY-ONE
  46. FORTY-TWO
  47. FORTY-THREE
  48. FORTY-FOUR
  49. FORTY-FIVE
  50. FORTY-SIX
  51. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  52. ABOUT THE AUTHORS

As always, she was blown away by how much she identified with Henrietta. God, Hugo wrote women well. Evie knew he was struggling with the transition from novel-writing to screenwriting, but going back to the book restored all her faith in him. Flicking over to the acknowledgments, she couldn’t believe that she now featured in these pages. Evie had been surprised to discover that this addition had been the only significant change to this edition of the novel. She ran her finger down the page, and when she found her name, she recited the words—which by now she knew by heart—under her breath, Evie darling, the luckiest thing to charm my world. It is to you that I owe everything.

She was about to flip back to the chapter she was up to when she spotted a name she’d never really noticed before, which sent goosebumps up her arms.

Chloe.

Wedged between the names of publishers, agents, editors and friends, whom she’d only really skimmed over before, she read, Chloe, thank you for showing me the way.

Evie slammed the book closed and thrust it over to Hugo’s side of the bed, letting the muted thud reverberate around her. Checking the time in LA, she reasoned with herself that she couldn’t wake Hugo. She knew he had a big day of work with his script doctor ahead of him, and he was feeling overwhelmed enough as it was.

Evie turned the words of the acknowledgement over in her mind, confused questions tumbling along after them. She tried to reason with herself. Hugo had said that Chloe was heartbroken after he had broken up with her. He was obviously trying to be kind. To attribute some of his success to her. After all, authors are inspired by all sorts of people that they come across in their colourful lives. Family, friends, teachers, jilted lovers. Yes, he must have been trying to placate her. To make her understand that their relationship, although completely over, was meaningful to him.

Evie considered calling Ben to debrief, but he’d mentioned he was seeing Sami that night and she didn’t want to interrupt them. So instead, she switched off the lights with her stomach in knots, then burrowed further under the covers, and willed away the time until morning came.

TWENTY-SIX

Twenty-six

‘Come back to me, baby.’

Evie rolled over in bed to face Hugo. His left cheek was slightly crinkled from the creases on his pillow. ‘What do you mean? I’m right here.’

‘You feel so far away.’