Chapters (65)
- Cover
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Acknowledgments
- P.S. Insights, Interviews & More . . .*
- About the Author
- About the Book
- Read On
- Praise for Susan Lewis and Her Books
- Also by Susan Lewis
- About the Publisher
Sitting down next to Marcy at the table, Claudia said, “I guess the prospect of seeing him is starting to feel more real now, and we’re concerned about whether it really is a good idea.”
Since it wasn’t unusual for victims to experience misgivings as the day of confrontation came closer, Andee waited for her to expand.
“It’s going to be hard for Mum,” Claudia said.
Andee nodded, fully appreciating that, and as she looked at Marcy she felt the same overwhelming pity and regret she always did at the sight of the scars. “Tell me,” she said gently, “what was it about his original letters that made you want to see him?”
Claudia started to answer, but Marcy raised a hand to stop her. “I sensed his loneliness,” she said.
When she realized there wasn’t any more, Andee said, “And you don’t feel that now?”
Marcy swallowed, and made herself continue. “I still feel it,” she said, “but . . .” She swallowed again, and her eyes went down as she said, “Claudia and Jasmine think I’ve forgiven him already, but I haven’t. I don’t know if I ever can, or if seeing him will do any of us any good in the long run.”
“I’ve already told you, Mum,” Claudia said, “we don’t have to go through with it. You don’t owe him anything. None of us do.”
Because she had to, Andee said, “Claudia’s right. You must think of yourself and what you truly believe will work best for you.”
Marcy glanced at Andee’s phone as it started to ring.
“It’s Dan,” Andee told them, and clicked on. “Hi, are you with Helen?” she asked.
“I’ve just left her office,” came the reply. “She’s got a call booked in with the prison governor about a special visit for tomorrow afternoon. She knows him personally, so that should help. Have you found out yet why Claudia and Marcy wanted to see you?”
“I’m with them now. We’re discussing a few concerns that have come up since Archie’s last letter arrived.”
“Oh?” He sounded worried, as Andee knew he would. “Are they backing out?”
Aware of them listening, she said, “We’ll carry on talking it through and I’ll call you later.” After ringing off she told them, “The arrangements for a visit are going ahead, nothing’s confirmed yet, but it can always be stopped.”
Claudia looked at her mother.
Seeing Marcy at a loss, Andee continued carefully. “What do you think of him pleading guilty to attempted murder?”
“Has he discussed it with his solicitor?” Claudia asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Then we can’t be sure he means it.”