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Chapters (51)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for A Season for Second Chances
  3. Also by Jenny Bayliss
  4. Dedication
  5. One
  6. Two
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Sixteen
  21. Seventeen
  22. Eighteen
  23. Nineteen
  24. Twenty
  25. Twenty-one
  26. Twenty-two
  27. Twenty-three
  28. Twenty-four
  29. Twenty-five
  30. Twenty-six
  31. Twenty-seven
  32. Twenty-eight
  33. Twenty-nine
  34. Thirty
  35. Thirty-one
  36. Thirty-two
  37. Thirty-three
  38. Thirty-four
  39. Thirty-five
  40. Thirty-six
  41. Thirty-seven
  42. Thirty-eight
  43. Thirty-nine
  44. Forty
  45. Forty-one
  46. Forty-two
  47. Epilogue
  48. Acknowledgments
  49. Discussion Guide
  50. About the Author
  51. What’s next onyour reading list?

Dear Isaac,

Please don’t dismiss this package out of hand. It contains Guy’s full investigation, and he believes that you have a strong case against the De-Veers. It’s all in there. Please read it. I know that I went against your wishes. There aren’t enough sorrys in the world to express my remorse that I betrayed your trust. I ruined something that I think could have been wonderful and I’ll have to live with that.

Guy has given me his word that he won’t take this to print without your consent. It is your choice. If I can make just one thing good out of this mess, then maybe I can live with the thought of never seeing you again.

I want you to know that nothing happened between Guy and me, I promise you. It never would have. He took me by surprise, and I was dealing with the situation when you found us. The truth is, that from the moment we met, there could never be anyone else but you.

Please don’t let your anger at me color your judgment when it comes to Heba’s legacy. Everything you need to right the wrong that was done to your family is within these pages.

I hope that one day you can forgive me.

With all my love, always,

Nory xxx

Thirty-eight

Today was Friday, the last Friday before Christmas. At this time of year, time worked in terms of “lasts”: the last Friday, the last weekend, the last day for post, the last shopping day. The countdown was palpable in every aspect of daily life. For Nory, this Friday was its own countdown. Isaac’s folder would be delivered today. She didn’t know if he would open it, or if he would read her letter or toss it aside, or whether the whole folder would be cast into the fire.

“I think you should take the weekend off.” Ameerah was bouncing Matilda on her knee. Matilda was looking straight past Ameerah, mesmerized by the twinkling lights in the window. Ameerah’s case had been adjourned until 3:00 p.m., and she had hopped into an Uber and come across town.

“It’s the last weekend before Christmas; it’ll be wildly busy.”

“Why don’t you see if your mum can come up here?” Andrew suggested. “She can mooch about town and see the sights while you’re working and then be there in the evenings for, you know, mum stuff.”

“That’s an excellent compromise,” said Ameerah. “You need your mum to fuss around you and make you eat soup. She’s batty as hell, but by god she’s good in a crisis.”

“I don’t need my mum. I’m not five!”

“Everyone needs a mum occasionally,” said Andrew. “It doesn’t even have to be your own mum, just a mum or a mum figure.”