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Chapters (81)
  1. Cover
  2. Back Cover Text
  3. Praise
  4. Booklist
  5. Dedication
  6. About the Author
  7. Chapter One
  8. Chapter Two
  9. Chapter Three
  10. Chapter Four
  11. Chapter Five
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. Chapter Ten
  17. Chapter Eleven
  18. Chapter Twelve
  19. Chapter Thirteen
  20. Chapter Fourteen
  21. Chapter Fifteen
  22. Chapter Sixteen
  23. Chapter Seventeen
  24. Chapter Eighteen
  25. Chapter Nineteen
  26. Chapter Twenty
  27. Chapter Twenty-One
  28. Chapter Twenty-Two
  29. Chapter Twenty-Three
  30. Chapter Twenty-Four
  31. Chapter Twenty-Five
  32. Chapter Twenty-Six
  33. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  34. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  35. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  36. Chapter Thirty
  37. Chapter Thirty-One
  38. Chapter Thirty-Two
  39. Chapter Thirty-Three
  40. Chapter Thirty-Four
  41. Chapter Thirty-Five
  42. Chapter Thirty-Six
  43. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  44. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  45. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  46. Chapter Forty
  47. Chapter Forty-One
  48. Chapter Forty-Two
  49. Chapter Forty-Three
  50. Chapter Forty-Four
  51. Chapter Forty-Five
  52. Chapter Forty-Six
  53. Chapter Forty-Seven
  54. Chapter Forty-Eight
  55. Chapter Forty-Nine
  56. Chapter Fifty
  57. Chapter Fifty-One
  58. Chapter Fifty-Two
  59. Chapter Fifty-Three
  60. Chapter Fifty-Four
  61. Chapter Fifty-Five
  62. Chapter Fifty-Six
  63. Chapter Fifty-Seven
  64. Chapter Fifty-Eight
  65. Chapter Fifty-Nine
  66. Chapter Sixty
  67. Chapter Sixty-One
  68. Chapter Sixty-Two
  69. Chapter Sixty-Three
  70. Chapter Sixty-Four
  71. Chapter Sixty-Five
  72. Chapter Sixty-Six
  73. Chapter Sixty-Seven
  74. Chapter Sixty-Eight
  75. Chapter Sixty-Nine
  76. Chapter Seventy
  77. Chapter Seventy-One
  78. Chapter Seventy-Two
  79. Chapter Seventy-Three
  80. Chapter Seventy-Four
  81. Acknowledgments

The five of them rounded the corner to the parking lot, and at the sight of the car, Robert and Tim cheered. “Shotgun,” Tim said, and laughed, even though no one would have ever attempted to take the passenger seat. It seemed to be an unwritten rule that it belonged to Tim, and if Tim was driving, it belonged to Edmund.

Tim broke out in a haphazard run to the car, while the others laughed at his jerky movements. Robert and Pru were having a hushed conversation with each other, and Rachel was busy fiddling with something in her bag. No one saw Edmund stop and take a set of slow deep breaths.

He could do this; he’d driven for hundreds of hours in his life and never got so much as a speeding ticket. He didn’t even think anyone had ever beeped him.

He started toward the car.

What was the worst that could happen?

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Three years ago...

The future was dictated by an infinite number of variables. You could never predict the future because of this. And that was why the future was exciting. That was why people went on living—went outside and just didn’t give up and stay in bed. No one could even start to list the variables that led her, Samantha Ferringham, to that winding road that night.

Who knew when it was decided that she’d be here? Firstly, it was her decision to walk to the hotel. Then, it was her decision to get the late train. Then, it was her decision to come to Huddersfield a day early. Before, it was her decision to take the job lecturing at Huddersfield Uni. Going further back, she had to travel to Huddersfield because of her decision to live in London. And that was because of her decision to say yes to marrying Robin. And she met Robin because she decided to go to Emma Ferringham’s party at her house. There, the celestial red thread split even more: What possessed Emma Ferringham—her GP—to invite her to that party? What drove her to that meeting with Emma in that hardware store, where they struck up an unlikely friendship?

These strands wove a tapestry of a life. A tapestry no one would see. It would hang in the Museum of the Higher-Ups, the destiny makers—if there was such a thing. She didn’t believe in that—of course she didn’t. She was a psychologist. But sometimes, when her mind wandered, and she was overworked, it was warm to feel that everything was mapped out.