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
“She’s not right, you see,” he said, “I mean in the head. She’s not mental or anything, well, I suppose she is a bit, but she understands things and she’s got feelings like anyone else.” He took a breath and then another, showing that talking about his mother affected him deeply. “She tried to stop me from going that night,” he told them. “She said it didn’t matter what they did to us we couldn’t go round hurting other people just to save ourselves. I saw straightaway after that she was right. No way did you deserve what I did to you. I swear I didn’t see you going back into the house. On my ma’s life I’d never have done it if I had. I wish I hadn’t done it anyway . . .” His voice fractured as he pressed his bunched hands to his head.
“It’s OK, son,” Dan said comfortingly, “this is a big thing you’re doing and it’s bound to bring up a lot of emotions, probably more than you’re expecting.”
Marcy watched the lad take gulps of air and press his fingers into his eye sockets as though to stem the tears. She wondered how it might have felt to hear Dan call him son. Had anyone ever called him that before, with affection? It was no surprise, with everything happening, that he was having such a struggle to rein in his emotions. If she allowed herself to think too much about it she’d have trouble reining in her own.
“Tell us what happened after you started the fire,” Dan said, when Archie was ready again.
“I can’t really explain what happened after,” Archie answered. “I mean, I knew it was happening, and I got myself clear the way I’d been told to, but when I got into the trees it was like I couldn’t make myself stop watching. It was nothing to do with making sure the whole place went up, I wasn’t even thinking about that . . . I just couldn’t make myself run like I was supposed to.”
“How long did you stay?” Dan asked.
Archie shook his head as though he were trying to recall a dream. “If this doesn’t sound too weird,” he said, “it was like I was hypnotized or something, you know kind of in a trance. I heard someone shouting that they’d called 999 and I even thought for a minute it was me doing the shouting.