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Chapters (66)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise
  3. About the Author
  4. Also by Rachael Johns
  5. Title Page
  6. Dedication
  7. Chapter 1
  8. Chapter 2
  9. Chapter 3
  10. Chapter 4
  11. Chapter 5
  12. Chapter 6
  13. Chapter 7
  14. Chapter 8
  15. Chapter 9
  16. Chapter 10
  17. Chapter 11
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Chapter 25
  32. Chapter 26
  33. Chapter 27
  34. Chapter 28
  35. Chapter 29
  36. Chapter 30
  37. Chapter 31
  38. Chapter 32
  39. Chapter 33
  40. Chapter 34
  41. Chapter 35
  42. Chapter 36
  43. Chapter 37
  44. Chapter 38
  45. Chapter 39
  46. Chapter 40
  47. Chapter 41
  48. Chapter 42
  49. Chapter 43
  50. Chapter 44
  51. Chapter 45
  52. Chapter 46
  53. Chapter 47
  54. Chapter 48
  55. Chapter 49
  56. Chapter 50
  57. Chapter 51
  58. Chapter 52
  59. Chapter 53
  60. Chapter 54
  61. Chapter 55
  62. Chapter 56
  63. Chapter 57
  64. Chapter 58
  65. Epilogue
  66. 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.