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
Claudia regarded her incredulously. Had she already forgotten the letter they’d just been discussing? Surely she realized what a mistake it would be for Claudia to allow anyone to come too close again, and not only because of how wrong she’d gotten it the last time. What bothered her just as much was the mere thought of inflicting the specter, much less the potential reality, of Marcus on anyone as decent as Dan. “That really isn’t going to happen,” she said shortly, and before anyone could argue she went through to her room and closed the door.
Chapter Nineteen
Dan’s gone and tried blackmailing me in a way that I could easily make backfire on him, but I’ve decided not to. Although I had a bit of fun at first when he said that if I didn’t tell you the truth about my ma he’d wash his hands of me and I told him there was a lot of shit to get off so he ought to start scrubbing.
He didn’t laugh and I don’t blame him because it wasn’t all that funny; I just wanted him to look a bit less bleak than he did when he came in. I get the feeling something’s eating him. Well, I suppose I know what it is; coming here to see me has got to remind him of what he’s really dealing with, and that can’t be a good place for him to be. Not much of a good place for me either, but hey, I’m the psycho bastard who did this, so no sympathy for me.
Anyways, to keep him happy, and because he’s right about owing you the truth, I’ll tell you the real deal about my ma. Her name’s Maria and she’s all the stuff I said before, a bit of a junkie, a hooker (because sometimes it’s the only way she can pay the rent), an ex-con for stiffing the council tax and a spot of dealing, and a nutjob. She also happens to be the person I love most in the world.
Did that surprise you? I guess not, given the way I’ve gone on about protecting her, but it’s something I’ve always tried to keep hidden. Dan didn’t seem surprised the first time I told him, but then he always thinks people like me are hiding their best sides, and that’s where he’s wrong, because some just don’t have one.