Chapters (72)
- Cover
- Dedication
- 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
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Chapter Sixty
- Chapter Sixty-One
- Chapter Sixty-Two
- Chapter Sixty-Three
- Chapter Sixty-Four
- Chapter Sixty-Five
- Chapter Sixty-Six
- Chapter Sixty-Seven
- A letter from Jackie
- About the Author
- Also by Jackie Walsh
Turning my head around I put my face into the pillow to soak up the tears and the sound of pain seeping from my body. Did Tara get into trouble when I left her? I don’t want to think about it. Am I going to be arrested for something I didn’t do? I don’t want to think about that. Are my mam and dad going to live the rest of their lives sad because of me? I definitely don’t want to go there. There is only one thing I need to think about. How do I fix all this?
Chapter Fifty-Eight
Tara
In three days’ time I’ll be married. I’ll be Mrs Tara Jones, and this makes me happy.
This morning I packed a lot of the clothes I’m taking to Australia with me. Summer dresses, bikinis. I put the winter stuff in bags for the charity shop. I thought I’d be sad pulling out all those memories from the wardrobe, but I wasn’t. I was elated and it took my mind off the investigation. I imagined myself in my summer clothes lying on the beach or strolling around my house in shorts and a T-shirt and now I can’t wait to get there. Lucas has decided to leave most of his stuff behind him. He says he’ll have no need for it when he gets home.
My father rang earlier asking if there was anything I needed him to do. There wasn’t. He said he had his speech ready and was really looking forward to the wedding. It was good to hear him so upbeat.
It’s just a waiting game now. Everything is set to go, thanks to Amy and her hard work. She kept a lot of the stress and worry that goes with planning a wedding away from me. I’m not sure how I would have got to this stage without losing a few years off my life if it wasn’t for her, especially with all that has happened.
Lucas is spending his last day at work today. He was sad leaving the apartment this morning. He’ll miss his colleagues, though he hopes to still be dealing with them over the phone and Zoom when he gets to Australia because he has applied to be stationed in the European section of the Melbourne office. Which he’s pretty sure he’ll get. I really hope he enjoys his last drinks with his workmates tonight. They’re giving him a send off and I’m sure for Lucas it will be pretty emotional because he loved working here. He said he hopes his colleagues in the Melbourne office are as great as the people he met in the Dublin office. I hope they are too. I want Lucas to be happy.