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
- *
Just like Mum, she thought. Matt wasn’t far wrong with that. He’d thrown it at her as an insult, the worst insult he could think of. He’d never had a good opinion of Sara’s mother. But Sara understood now what had happened in her mum’s life. It hadn’t been wilful neglect; it was a struggle for survival.
She dragged herself to her feet. I have to get through this. I have to be there for my kids.
Hailey will know what to do, she thought as she trudged back to her car. She turned for a last look at the house, and there was Ezra, his face at the lounge window. He was crying, banging on the glass, wanting to be with her. She couldn’t bear it, and turned back, desperate to comfort him, but although she rang and rang at the doorbell, hammered on the door, nobody answered, and when she looked again at the window, Ezra had gone and the curtains were closed.
There was no choice but to leave. Her presence was causing too much upset for her children, and it wasn’t doing anyone any good. She’d made enough of a scene, a couple of the neighbours opening their doors to see what all the noise was about. Head bowed, she slunk back to her car and sat in the driver’s seat, looking at the house. All the curtains at the front were closed now, blocking her out. Banished from my own home.
She started the car and drove up to the moors, stopping in the car park, which only had a couple of other cars in it. She should have gone back to work, but she was in no fit state, her mind numb with the completeness of her family’s rejection of her. Except Ezra. He’d wanted her, and that thought broke her heart even more.
There was so much that she didn’t understand, forces at work that had done this to her. Somebody was behind it all. Somebody had organised for her to be drugged, for those men to have access to her unconscious body. Did they pay for the pleasure? It was possible, and the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. And still she couldn’t escape the idea that the only person who might have been able to arrange everything was James.