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Chapters (72)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Chapter Forty-Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Four
  47. Chapter Forty-Five
  48. Chapter Forty-Six
  49. Chapter Forty-Seven
  50. Chapter Forty-Eight
  51. Chapter Forty-Nine
  52. Chapter Fifty
  53. Chapter Fifty-One
  54. Chapter Fifty-Two
  55. Chapter Fifty-Three
  56. Chapter Fifty-Four
  57. Chapter Fifty-Five
  58. Chapter Fifty-Six
  59. Chapter Fifty-Seven
  60. Chapter Fifty-Eight
  61. Chapter Fifty-Nine
  62. Chapter Sixty
  63. Chapter Sixty-One
  64. Chapter Sixty-Two
  65. Chapter Sixty-Three
  66. Chapter Sixty-Four
  67. Chapter Sixty-Five
  68. Chapter Sixty-Six
  69. Chapter Sixty-Seven
  70. A letter from Jackie
  71. About the Author
  72. Also by Jackie Walsh

‘Hi, I’m Faye, Tara’s best friend. I’m pleased to meet you.’

Lucas smiles at me. God, he really is handsome. Lucky bitch.

Chapter Sixty-Six

Tara

I am now Mrs Jones. Wife of Lucas Jones. I’m about to walk onto the dance floor for the first dance of the evening. The wedding was as perfect as I could have hoped for. The church was wonderful. When I pulled up outside, I could see the bridesmaids waiting in the foyer and I began to shake. My father noticed.

‘Everything is going to be great,’ he said, urging me to relax. ‘Remember, Tara, your mam is by your side.’

I looked up at the sky, at the bright winter sun beaming down on us and I closed my eyes for a minute. I pictured Mam sitting there, her eyes gleaming above her smile and I felt a warmth pass over me. Then the car door opened and I was thankful it wasn’t the coldest day of the year. Amy rushed to help me out of the big fancy Rolls Royce. We took our positions in the church doorway and waited for the music to start. The arch of white roses in the centre of the aisle made way for an abundance of coloured flowers on the altar and it was stunning.

Amy and Emily were first to walk up the aisle ahead of me and I could feel a lump in my throat when my father took my hand. I wanted to cry but I remembered Amy’s words from earlier on when I got a bit emotional in the house.

‘Whatever you do Tara, don’t cry. It will ruin your make-up.’

I swallowed hard and squeezed my father’s hand. We walked up the aisle to the sound of the organ playing ‘Here Comes the Bride.’ Everyone turned to look, smiling, their good wishes following me up the aisle to where Lucas was standing.

When I saw him, I could see no one else. Just Lucas. His eyes opened wide when he looked at me. His smile was electric, charging me. I inhaled the moment and let go of my father’s hand.

The priest was young and light-hearted, cracking jokes and making the whole event less formal than I thought it would be. He had been told about the incident that had unfolded on Wednesday with Andriu and when he took my hand he squeezed it, then looked at Lucas and said, ‘You have a very brave woman here.’ I wouldn’t have described myself as brave. Faye was brave. But I did put up a good fight.