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Chapters (56)
  1. Books by Rona Halsall
  2. Dedication
  3. Prologue
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Three weeks later
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter Twenty-Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-Four
  29. Chapter Twenty-Five
  30. Chapter Twenty-Six
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter Thirty-One
  36. Chapter Thirty-Two
  37. Chapter Thirty-Three
  38. Chapter Thirty-Four
  39. Chapter Thirty-Five
  40. Chapter Thirty-Six
  41. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  42. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  43. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  44. Chapter Forty
  45. Ten days later
  46. Chapter Forty-One
  47. Seven months later
  48. Love You Gone
  49. Hear More from Rona
  50. A Letter from Rona
  51. Books by Rona Halsall
  52. Her Mother’s Lies
  53. The Honeymoon
  54. Keep You Safe
  55. Acknowledgements
  56. *

Fired with an indignant rage – her thinking blurred by hurt – Sara got out of the car and ran down the road. She stopped at the front door and took a moment to calm herself down. It would be better if she was stealthy, if she had the advantage of surprise. As quietly as she could, she slid her key into the lock, but it wouldn’t go all the way in. She stared at it, tried again, then realisation dawned. He’s changed the locks.

Her neighbour came out of her front door, glanced over. ‘Morning, Sara,’ she called. ‘Another lovely day.’

Sara gave her a tight smile and walked away, pretending she’d been coming out of the house rather than trying to get in. She stalked back up the road to her car, got in and drove away, her mind a haze of racing thoughts. The changing of the locks felt like a big thing. A permanent thing. A statement that she was no longer welcome, that she’d been evicted and wasn’t going to be allowed back.

Whatever ideas she’d had that she and Matt might be able to repair their relationship, given time and patience, had well and truly been stomped into the dirt. It all made sense now: Fiona’s friendliness, getting to know the girls, creating situations where she and Matt could be together, like at the football. And giving Sara the job at the community centre, which made sure she was out of the house. Christ, I am so stupid. So very, very stupid. Her hands tightened round the steering wheel as if they were wrapped round Fiona’s throat.

She heard her mother’s voice in her thoughts: It takes two to tango… Matt was as much to blame as Fiona. Bloody two-timing hypocrite, accusing me of being unfaithful when he and Fiona were… She slammed on the brakes as a bike swerved in front of her, and took a deep breath. She didn’t even know where she was going; remembered that she was supposed to be meeting Hailey back at the house and pulled over. She called her sister.

‘Where are you?’ Hailey asked when she answered.

‘Slight change of plan. Meet me at the coffee shop. You know, the one by the station. I just need to calm down and get my head straight. I’ll tell you when you get here.’

‘Oh, okay.’ Hailey sounded puzzled. ‘I’ll be there in ten.’