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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

Evie nodded, already knowing she wouldn’t. She could no longer bear the gaping silences between them. She wanted Ben to be content too; he deserved to be happy more than anybody else she knew. Evie needed to give him the space to find that happiness; to nurture his relationship with Sami; to pursue his dreams. Once upon a time she had felt entirely untethered without him, but for the first time, she was prepared to be her own tether.

I’m okay, Evie thought, repeating Ben’s words in her head. Nothing can stop me.

FORTY-FOUR

Forty-four

Evie felt invincible. She’d just finished marking up another screenplay Florence had given her to review, after—according to Florence—she’d offered such helpful suggestions on the previous one. She’d now spent two full weeks in Florence’s office and felt a whole new sense of purpose. She craved new tasks, no matter how menial, and listened intently to Florence’s advice. Her notebook was already full of new ideas, queries, contacts and wisdom bombs—which Florence dropped as casually as saying ‘bless you’ after a sneeze. Even after a full day of work, Evie stayed up late into the night doing uni assignments, reading over her notes, and applying what she’d learned to her screenplay.

Today Evie was wearing her best silk shirt tucked into a pleather skirt, in preparation for Friday work drinks later that night. To her surprise, she had quickly moved beyond being the nerdy fangirl intern, and had fallen into pace with Florence, working alongside her idol like she was an actual grown-up. But still, she’d been shocked, and utterly thrilled, when Florence invited her out for a night on the town with some of her ‘film friends’. For the first time in a long time, Evie was feeling good about herself. So much so that she’d even stopped looking for Maximilian and had instead decided to live in the moment. To believe in herself, for once.

Evie scanned the screenplay in front of her, a historical fiction about Mary, Queen of Scots. She crossed out a few lines and made a comment in track changes on the Word document. She had a bit of a knack for this. She knew how films were meant to go. Peaks and troughs, cliff-hangers, drama and, more often than not, a happy ending. The ideas seemed to flow out of her fingertips and onto the page.

Her phone buzzed, interrupting her stream of thoughts. Evie turned it over, her stomach dropping just a little.