Chapters (68)
- Cover
- PRAISE FOR Her Last Holiday
- PRAISE FOR C.L. TAYLOR
- See what readers are saying about Her Last Holiday …
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- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Acknowledgements
- Her Last Holiday Book Club Questions
- Keep Reading …
- About the Author
- By the same author:
- About the Publisher
‘Are your parents expressive people?’
‘My mum threw a cup of tea in my face a few weeks ago. I’d say that was quite demonstrative.’
For several seconds Tom says nothing. Instead, he studies Fran’s face so intently she can’t bear it and looks away.
‘I think I understand you now,’ he says eventually. ‘You came here because you’re struggling with grief but the root cause of your pain is anger. You’ve suffered a great deal, Geraldine. You were sent away from home as a child, you were bullied and you developed a survival strategy to stop yourself being hurt ever again. And it’s probably worked. You haven’t let anyone close enough to hurt you. But you did love someone; you must have, to feel such intense grief and regret. Anger won’t bring them back though. And self-recrimination won’t help you heal. You have to forgive yourself. You did the best you could, Geraldine, with the life you’ve lived and the experiences you’ve been through. Love doesn’t need words to be felt. The person you lost will have known how much you loved them.’
Fran swallows but her throat is tight and knotty and her chest is burning more than it did after she nearly drowned. She presses a hand to it and takes a shuddering breath.
‘I wish that was true.’ Her voice is a whisper. ‘But I don’t think they did.’
Chapter 28
Then
JENNA
Jenna smiles gratefully as the receptionist perches on the sofa beside her in the lobby, then winces as the woman dabs at her forehead with an antiseptic wipe. Over at the counter, Tom is deep in discussion with the manager. He’s speaking confidently yet calmly, gesticulating with his hands as he describes what happened, all trace of the distressed man she held in her arms minutes earlier now gone. He was a quivering wreck and no one can be that good an actor. She is convinced that Kate hit him but she’s got so many questions. Why did Kate go along with Jenna’s assumption that Tom hit her? Why swear her to secrecy? Was she worried the truth would come out? And why didn’t Tom sack her?
She catches herself. Kate’s not the only one who’s been violent towards Tom. Less than half an hour ago Jenna flipped a table over, spilling coffee all over him. She hit him too, yesterday, after their swim. She pummelled his chest with her fists and then sobbed in his arms. But he invited her to hit him, to ease her distress. Is that what he does? Let women take out their frustration on him? But that wasn’t the situation between Tom and Kate; Kate was angry rather than upset. There was an argument, a slap, a gasp and then Kate forced Tom to say sorry. Why apologise when Kate was the one who lashed out?