Chapters (103)
- Cover
- ALSO BY BIANCA MARAIS
- Dedication
- Map
- 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
- CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER EIGHTY
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIX
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE
- CHAPTER NINETY
- CHAPTER NINETY-ONE
- CHAPTER NINETY-TWO
- CHAPTER NINETY-THREE
- CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- GLOSSARY OF TERMS
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- What’s next onyour reading list?
Riaan’s farmstead was much more modern than ours, having been rebuilt from the original thatched-roof bungalow in the ’80s, and I had a large guest bedroom with an ensuite bathroom to myself. He came in to check up on me regularly, bringing me chicken soup, taking my temperature, and administering medications. The tenderness with which he performed all of his nursing duties touched me greatly. Having been the one to tend to others all my life, it was disorienting to be taken care of. In a world in which so much was constantly changing, it amazed me that something could stay exactly the same, that Riaan could be just as steadfast as he’d always been. The man who sat spooning soup into my mouth was as committed to me as the boy who’d begged me to stay.
There was a part of me that wished so much that I had.
That night, while racked with a fever that made me feel as though I’d been banished to hell, I raged against demons in my sleep. It was Daniel who came to me first, bloodied and dying. He pointed an accusing finger at me, saying he wouldn’t have been at the rectory the night he died if I hadn’t abandoned him in a convent. And I knew it to be true. My son would never have become a priest if I’d kept and mothered him.
After that, Father Thomas’s face replaced Daniel’s, and I must have cried out then because when I woke, Riaan was by my side, wiping at my tears. “Shh . . . it’s fine. You’re safe. You’re fine,” he crooned.
As my heart thumped its drumbeat of fear, I knew that what he said was true. I was safe there with him. I’d always been safe with him because he’d stopped that night forty years ago when I’d asked him to. At the sound of my panicked voice, Riaan had frozen on top of me and then looked at me like he was coming out of a daze, horror at his actions written over his face.
And then he’d stood up, begged for my forgiveness, and walked away. The same couldn’t be said for other men.
“I’m here. You’re safe,” Riaan whispered. “I won’t let anything hurt you.”
As my terror passed and I lay back down, Riaan sat next to me holding my hand until I fell back to sleep.
CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
Zodwa
22 May 1995
Big Hope Informal Settlement, Magaliesburg, South Africa