One Mistake
Chapters (56)
- Books by Rona Halsall
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Three weeks later
- 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
- Ten days later
- Chapter Forty-One
- Seven months later
- Love You Gone
- Hear More from Rona
- A Letter from Rona
- Books by Rona Halsall
- Her Mother’s Lies
- The Honeymoon
- Keep You Safe
- Acknowledgements
- *
Books by Rona Halsall
One Mistake
Her Mother’s Lies
The Honeymoon
Love You Gone
Keep You Safe
Dedication
This one is for my writing buddies, Freddie and Molly, who take me out for walks and keep me company.
Prologue
Her head felt thick, stuffed to overflowing with all the worries that kept her awake. She couldn’t tell Matt, couldn’t tell anyone.
It was the only thing I could have done, she told herself. And was it really that wrong?
The answer to that was yes. However she might dress up the situation to try and disguise her actions, the answer was always going to be the same.
She’d thought she was solving a problem, but she had in fact created a monster. One that followed her round every minute of the day, scaring her, making her break out in a cold sweat and keeping her awake at night.
Nobody knows, she reminded herself as she wrapped her arms around her chest, hugging herself tight. There’s still time. Time to put it right.
Chapter One
The day started like any other. Ezra crept into their bed at his usual 5.30 in the morning, his little hands sneaking round Sara’s neck, his head nuzzled into her shoulder as he mumbled a sleepy ‘Are you awake, Mummy?’
She pretended she wasn’t, hoping he might settle and drift off to sleep for another couple of hours.
He gave her a sloppy kiss on the cheek. ‘I love you, Mummy,’ he said in a stage whisper. She opened her eyes and looked into his four-year-old face, his skin lit by the chink of light that slid across the room from the open doorway into the hall.
‘Love you too, little smudge.’ She kissed him on the nose and cuddled him to her for a moment before whispering, ‘Come on, let’s go downstairs, shall we?’
She knew from experience if she didn’t move now, Ezra’s voice would grow louder, the questions would start, and Matt would get cranky about being woken up so early. Matt was a night owl, rarely coming to bed before midnight, whereas Ezra was an early bird, and the two things added a new dimension to Sara’s marriage as she tried to juggle both of their needs.
At least Sophia and Amelia – or Milly, as she preferred to be called – were old enough at fourteen to look after themselves in the mornings and help a bit around the house. As identical twins, they reflected a mirror image of each other, inheriting their father’s angular face, light brown hair and wide-set grey eyes. They’d always been a tight unit, two halves of a whole, making Sara feel a bit redundant as a mother at times because they relied on each other so much. Ezra, though, took after her in looks, with his wavy black hair and almond-shaped brown eyes.