Chapters (93)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Also by Sarah Clarke
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Note to Readers
- Prologue
- December 2021
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- January 2003
- Chapter 6
- December 2021
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- February 2003
- Chapter 9
- December 2021
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- March 2003
- Chapter 13
- December 2021
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- April 2003
- Chapter 18
- December 2021
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- April 2003
- Chapter 23
- December 2021
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- April 2003
- Chapter 27
- December 2021
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- May 2003
- Chapter 35
- December 2021
- Chapter 36
- May 2003
- Chapter 37
- December 2021
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- April 2003
- Chapter 51
- December 2021
- Chapter 52
- June 2003
- Chapter 53
- December 2021
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- January 2022
- Chapter 57
- Epilogue
- A Letter from Sarah Clarke
- Keep Reading …
- Acknowledgements
- Dear Reader …
- About the Publisher
Perhaps Becca picks up on Katherine’s silent prayer because she turns back to face her. ‘Well at least they’re girls,’ she says, smiling warmly. ‘And younger. I bet they worship you.’
Katherine pictures her little sisters, the way their eyes dart to the door when she tries to make conversation. ‘Yes, they do,’ she lies. ‘They’re very sweet.’
Becca sighs. ‘I love little kids. I would offer to baby-sit for them, but I suppose your mum and stepdad have you for that.’
Becca hasn’t called them her parents, Katherine realises; she knows to make that distinction. ‘You could come over anyway, help me baby-sit?’ The words are out before Katherine can stop them. She blinks as the stupidity of the suggestion ricochets around her brain.
‘What? Um, okay, maybe.’ Becca looks confused, weirded out, and Katherine silently screams at herself. Why did she say that? Of course Becca wouldn’t want to visit her house on those terms. But then, miraculously, Becca’s face breaks into another smile. ‘You know what, that sounds fun.’ Then she points to her headphones. ‘Listen, do you mind if I plug back in? I’m obsessed with Nina Simone at the moment.’ She gives Katherine a sheepish look, then slips the noise-cancelling headphones back over her ears and tilts her head towards the window again.
Katherine slips her hand back into her bag and strokes the thin piece of paper inside. When the words tumbled out with her mum on Friday night, she even surprised herself. She’s never used the label girlfriend for Becca. But the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. This is why her heart races, and her belly twists, every time she gets a glimpse of Becca across the playground. And maybe, hopefully, why Becca always has a smile for her. And now the idea of it being just the two of them makes her feel happier than she’d ever have thought possible.
Even her mum seems to like her more. On Saturday morning she suggested they go shopping together, and as they browsed the album charts in Woolworths (and Katherine tried not to ogle the pic’n’mix), her mum had asked lots of questions about Katherine’s new girlfriend. The more she and her mum chatted, the better they got on. And the more excited Katherine became at the thought of being Becca’s girlfriend. After that, writing a letter had felt like the natural next step. And now here they are, sitting together like it was written in the stars.