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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

‘I hope it’s not too cold,’ I said as she shut the door.

The rest of us headed into the other bedroom. Saxon dumped his laptop and bag on the bed, then told us he was tired and needed a lie-down.

‘Are you okay?’ I asked, reaching out to feel his forehead.

He shrugged me off. ‘Fine. Just want to rest.’

I tried not to feel hurt—we used to be so close—and told myself that he’d had a busy first term at school and was likely exhausted. Hopefully this week by the sea would be the break he clearly needed and also give us a chance to reconnect.

‘Okay. But do you want some lunch first? I’ve made pumpkin soup and some fresh home-baked rolls.’

‘Not hungry.’ Sax climbed into bed. ‘Maybe I’ll have something later.’

I wanted to object, to say he should eat with us—he might feel better after he’d had a good meal—but I didn’t want to risk another confrontation in front of Wei. ‘All right. Let me know if you need anything and maybe you can come for a walk with us later?’

He made a non-committal noise and rolled over, pulling the doona on top of him.

Hayley and I exchanged a look as we left his room. I closed the door, waited until we were in the kitchen and then said in a hushed voice, ‘Was he all right in the car? He seems a little off.’

‘He was fine,’ Hayley said, lifting the lid on the saucepan of soup and leaning close to sniff it. ‘Yum.’

‘He was on his phone most of the time,’ Wei added, ‘but I think that’s pretty normal for a teenager, isn’t it?’

You’d know, you’re not much older than one yourself.

Thankfully, I had enough restraint and sense not to voice my narky thought. Hayley and Wei had done me a favour driving the kids up, but already nothing else felt as if it was going as planned.

Hayley squeezed my shoulder. ‘Try not to stress. He’s a good kid.’

‘Did you hear the way he was talking to us? And that language?’

She actually smiled. ‘I’m sure I said much worse to my parents.’

I couldn’t believe that—she forgot I knew her parents and I reckon Glennis would have washed Hayley’s mouth out with soap if she’d dared to try anything like Saxon just did.

‘Saxon’s behaviour is totally normal,’ she added. ‘He loves you, but he’s got all these adolescent hormones wreaking havoc on his emotions and of course he’s going to take that out on those closest to him.’

I sighed. ‘I guess. That, on top of the fact we’ve just dumped news of the divorce on him. You’re right. Maybe I need to be more patient, more understanding.’

‘Good idea. But first food. I’m starving.’