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
Lucas took every opportunity to squeeze my hand or smile at me throughout the ceremony, relaxing me and helping me enjoy myself. After the register was signed and the photographs taken, I walked down the aisle to the cheers and congratulations of all the beautiful guests. It was when I got to the bottom of the aisle that I saw her in the corner standing with her mam. Faye smiled at me. Then she lifted her foot up behind her and rested it against the wall. I laughed.
‘Just a minute,’ I said to Lucas, taking his hand from my arm. Faye was pale and thinner than I ever remembered her being. I walked over to her.
‘You look as beautiful as I expected,’ she said and suddenly I didn’t care about my make-up. Tears could fall wherever they liked. I pulled her tightly to me and hugged her.
‘You have to take care of yourself, Faye,’ I whispered.
‘I will Tara, I promise.’
I walked away from Faye, knowing it might be the last time I’d see her. Maybe we’ll get close again, maybe we won’t. Maybe she’ll come visit me in Australia or maybe she won’t. None of it matters. Faye was always there when I needed her. I will never forget that. But I’m starting a new life now without the crutches of my past holding me up. And so is Faye. There is nothing I don’t wish for her. But mostly, I wish her peace.
Chapter Sixty-Seven
One Year Later
A golden-brown cocker spaniel comes over to where I’m sitting on the bench. His fluffy head pushes up against my leg as he shakes his tail. I bend down to rub his head and he licks my hand. His tongue feels warm against my cold fingers. A moment later, his owner calls out to him and the dog runs away.
The trees are all bare this time of year, their leaves a soggy carpet below the feet of the joggers running on the track that meanders through the forest behind me.
The park is full of people walking, some by themselves, others in couples or with dogs. Across the way, a team of footballers are training and beside them, a group of cricketers are practising throwing the ball.
I’m sitting here reading a book, embracing the peace that I find every time I come to this park. The big oak tree standing for years in the one spot reminds me to be happy. To accept what I have, to stay still and enjoy it.