Chapters (62)
- Title
- Copyright
- Contents
- About the Author
- About the Book
- Dedication
- Your Worst Nightmare
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- The Answer to All Your Prayers
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- Somebody Else’s Child
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- Sunlight on Water
- July
- September
- Acknowledgements
‘I know it’s a shock, Dad. When I got the message . . . Well, to be honest I thought they were going to say something different. You’ll tell Mum for me, will you?’
‘She’ll be beside herself,’ says Jack, wiping away tears. ‘She’ll be absolutely over the moon. That’s the best news we could ever have had, and I thank God for it. It’s the answer to all our prayers. Thank God he’s safe.’
‘I must go,’ says Matt. ‘I just wanted you to know. I’ll ring you from the hospital, let you know how he is.’
‘You give him our best love, and a big hug from both of us.’ Jack reaches out and touches the photo frame. ‘And ring as soon as you can. And Matt, promise me you’ll tell that boy how his grandma and grandpa missed him. Tell him his grandma’s baking a cake, and we can hardly wait to see him.’
Claire is riding in the back of a police car, no siren going but blue lights flashing. They’re moving pretty fast, or maybe it’s that other drivers slow down when they see them in the rear-view mirror, start behaving and driving at seventy. Naylor’s in the front passenger seat, next to the uniformed driver. For the first few miles, she tries to keep the conversation going, but by the time they reach the M25, they’ve all lapsed into silence, and Naylor has laid her head back on the rest, maybe to doze. Claire sits silent in the back, fizzing with excitement, overwhelmed with apprehension about how Evan will be, hoping for reasons she can’t quite define that she’ll be there before Matt, wondering how long it will take him to drive from Colchester.
Colchester. She doesn’t remember him mentioning Colchester.
She wonders if Evan will recognise her, if she’s changed very much, whether she’ll recognise him, how much he’s grown. When she spoke to him on the phone – tears in his voice, surrounded by strangers and trying to be brave – he sounded like himself but different, an Evan she fears she won’t know. Out of the side window, she watches the traffic, people going about their everyday business, and marks off in her mind their northern progress. Luton, Milton Keynes, Northampton. They pass Leicester and Derby, and beyond Derby, cross the South Yorkshire border into what she’s always thought of as true north: Rotherham, Doncaster. Near Doncaster, they see the first signs for Pontefract, where Evan is waiting.
Naylor hasn’t spoken for a while, but now she turns round in her seat and smiles at Claire.
‘Not far now,’ she says. ‘It’ll be a big story again, when it breaks. We’re going to try and get you in and out of there before that happens.’