Chapters (66)
- Cover
- Praise
- About the Author
- Also by Rachael Johns
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
‘No offence, but it’s not a club I ever wanted to join,’ I said with a sigh.
‘No one does.’ He offered a sympathetic smile. ‘And, while I won’t pretend it’s anything like Scouts or Brownies—it’s totally shit in fact—there is light at the end of the tunnel.’
‘Is there?’
His existence didn’t seem very bright, living in a big house all by himself.
‘Yes. It’s better to be alone than in an unhappy marriage.’
‘What if I didn’t think my marriage was unhappy?’ I asked, wriggling my toes in the sand.
‘As I said, it’s tough, give yourself time to grieve, but then try and look upon this as an opportunity rather than a conclusion. Treat it as the end of an act, rather than the finale.’
‘Now I’m not sure whether you’re sounding like a marriage therapist or a musical theatre director,’ I derided.
He chuckled and shoved his hands in his pockets. ‘Sorry. And feel free to tell me to bugger off, but if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m a good listener. I work weird and wonderful hours, but you know where I live. Just give me a shout if you ever need an ear.’
‘Thank you,’ I said, although I had no intention of accepting his offer. I had Hayley, and now Jedda, if I needed to vent or cry or solicit advice, and at least being around them didn’t give me a funny feeling in my stomach.
‘No worries. By the way, I wanted to thank you for your article about the island. It was fantastic. I mean obviously the subject wasn’t great, but you provided the facts with a lot of heart and the writing was awesome.’
My heart swelled. ‘Oh, that’s great. I was so nervous, but I also really enjoyed it and it looks like there might be more of my articles to come.’
‘Really?’
I nodded, certainly hoping so—writing had given me a new purpose and felt like a lifeline all of a sudden.
‘I’m going to be here every second week at least until I finish renovating the shack, so I’ve offered to help Jedda with writing, editing and producing the paper.’
‘That’s great. You and Jedda will make a great team, I’m sure. She’s lucky to have you.’
‘I actually think it’s the other way around,’ I said with a smile.