Chapters (51)
- Cover
- Praise for A Season for Second Chances
- Also by Jenny Bayliss
- Dedication
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- Thirty-eight
- Thirty-nine
- Forty
- Forty-one
- Forty-two
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- Discussion Guide
- About the Author
- What’s next onyour reading list?
Nory lay in bed that night, waiting for sleep to rescue her from the maze of shoulda, coulda, woulda tangents into which her mind kept disappearing. It had been a while since she’d been plagued by these thoughts, but knowing she would soon be back with everyone again had brought them back with a vengeance.
She wondered if Jenna was feeling the same. Of all of them, Jenna was the one with the most complex feelings around Tristan’s death. Jenna and Tristan had been each other’s first loves. Throughout school, those two were always breaking up and getting back together. By the time they went to their separate universities, things were properly over between them, and Jenna and Charles were showing sparks that would eventually come to be a flame. But you never forget your first love. You leave a tiny piece of your heart with them, always, and hope that they keep it safe.
A few weeks after the funeral, just the girls had gotten together for drinks. Jenna confessed that she felt as though she had lost a piece of herself. She’d said she hadn’t even known there was such a piece until it was gone; Tristan had taken it with him.
And now here she was, five years later, marrying Charles. Nory supposed all actions begin with a catalyst of some kind.
Her phone vibrated with a message; clearly someone else couldn’t sleep either. Nory reached beside the bed to where her phone rested on a pile of books, which had become a kind of makeshift nightstand. She’d once had a date claim it was unnecessary to have so many books in such a small flat; he hadn’t made the cut, obviously. The screen glowed green in the darkness. It was a message from Jenna. She should have known.
Hello! I’m so pleased you’re coming for the house party. I understand why you were holding back but it really wouldn’t be the same without you. Here’s to shits and giggles! Xx
Nory’s fingers hovered over the keypad.
Sorry for my dithering. I’m looking forward to it, it’ll be lovely to catch up with everyone. To shits and giggles! Xx
If it wasn’t for stupid cheaty-face Guy and his poor unsuspecting wife, she would have had no qualms at all about being there. Argghh! How could she have been so stupid! Her cheeks burned in the darkness.
Don’t forget to pack evening wear. We’re going full 1920s castle glamour in the evenings! Xx