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
‘Nothing really. She’s a doctor, I’m not sure what hospital. I think it’s somewhere on the south side.’ Then I remember her mentioning a clinic. ‘Or she could be working in a private clinic.’
‘Faye is not working as a doctor.’
‘What?’ I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Why is Faye not a doctor? Andriu must have it wrong. I spoke to her secretary.
‘She is, Andriu, I rang her at the clinic and her secretary answered. She said Faye was doing her rounds. She is a doctor, Andriu. What makes you think otherwise?’
‘I don’t want you getting upset, Tara, especially before the wedding, but I think you need to know this in case something happens.’
I can feel the blood rushing to my head. The glass in my hand feels heavy all of a sudden. What is he going to say?
‘Faye is in a clinic getting treatment. The thing is, Tara, I think she’s gone a bit mad. She’s dangerous, Tara. She followed me the other night. She pretended to bump into me. I think she might have been in the pub, sitting at the bar, watching us.’
Chapter Fifty-Nine
Faye
It’s after ten. The usual silence bounces off the walls of the building like it does every night. It’s eerily creepy, knowing everyone is now lying in their beds, doing their very best to think of a reason to wake up tomorrow. All you need is one.
Sometimes the muffle of tears can be heard hiding behind walls. Or laughter. When that happens it’s like someone is being bold and it’s exciting. It’s also a reminder that this too shall pass. Better days lie ahead. I want to believe that. I need to believe that.
With my mind unable to rest, I kneel up on the bed and pull the curtain to look outside. The darkness steals the picture of the walled garden that this window frames. The tall trees by the back wall are now only a suggestion, a blurred shadow, drawn by the half moon.
With nothing to see, I move away and return to the comfort of my duvet.
Dad surprised me earlier. I explained what had happened with the detectives and he told me I wasn’t to worry. He would get me the best solicitor he could find. No one was going to accuse his daughter of anything. He told me not to utter another word about it to anyone until I spoke to my solicitor. Dad made me feel safe.