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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

As much as I loved Payton, I felt semi-resentful about having to leave the Point early simply so I could stand on the sidelines and watch her bazillionth soccer game. It wasn’t even the proper season yet.

Geez, what kind of mother was I to be more excited over prepping walls and sandpapering doorframes than I was about seeing my daughter?

Perhaps if I knew I wasn’t also about to see Adrian, I’d be more enthused. But my stomach churned at the thought of more awkwardness between us. I’d seen him a grand total of three times since that fateful day and each time I hoped for a sign that he’d started to miss me. Instead, each time he became more and more of a stranger and I felt the chasm between us growing, and my hope of mending my family slipping away.

Said stranger’s car was already parked at the soccer grounds when I arrived, and I could see Payton in the distance kicking a ball around as she warmed up with her team. Adrian—his phone in front of his face like a teenager—stood on the sidelines with the other parents.

Was he checking out the options on Tinder? Setting up dates, or rather hook-ups, for his upcoming week of freedom? My heart squeezed at the possibility.

Charlie whined in the passenger seat. I hadn’t had time to drop him back at the house so I’d brought him with me, which might be a blessing in disguise. Instead of having to make small talk with my estranged husband or the other parents, who I no longer felt like I had much in common with at all, I could use Charlie as an excuse to walk around the outskirts of the pitch.

With a deep breath, I climbed out of the car. Charlie jumped over the seat after me, tugging on the lead as he spotted Adrian. Payton ran towards us, threw her arms around me, squeezed tight and then let go to kiss Charlie on the nose.

‘You’re here!’ She sounded surprised.

‘Of course I am,’ I said. ‘Wild horses wouldn’t have kept me away.’

Adrian stashed his phone in his pocket when he saw us. ‘Morning, Ashling.’

‘Hi,’ I managed and then spoke to Payton. ‘How was your dentist appointment?’

‘Great. Grandma took me. The dentist said I had near-perfect teeth, so she bought me a lollipop on the way home to celebrate.’

A lollipop? Good Lord. But that wasn’t what bothered me.

I waited until Payton skipped back to join her teammates and then I turned to look at Adrian.

‘You got your mum to take her?’ I said almost under my breath as I didn’t want eavesdroppers to hear the argument we were about to have.

‘Yes.’

‘She’s your daughter and your responsibility during your weeks.’