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Chapters (45)
  1. Chapter One
  2. Chapter Two
  3. Chapter Three
  4. Chapter Four
  5. Chapter Five
  6. Chapter Six
  7. Chapter Seven
  8. Chapter Eight
  9. Chapter Nine
  10. Chapter Ten
  11. Chapter Eleven
  12. Chapter Twelve
  13. Chapter Thirteen
  14. Chapter Fourteen
  15. Chapter Fifteen
  16. Chapter Sixteen
  17. Chapter Seventeen
  18. Chapter Eighteen
  19. Chapter Nineteen
  20. Chapter Twenty
  21. Chapter Twenty-one
  22. Chapter Twenty-two
  23. Chapter Twenty-three
  24. Chapter Twenty-four
  25. Chapter Twenty-five
  26. Chapter Twenty-six
  27. Chapter Twenty-seven
  28. Chapter Twenty-eight
  29. Chapter Twenty-nine
  30. Chapter Thirty
  31. Chapter Thirty-one
  32. Chapter Thirty-two
  33. Chapter Thirty-three
  34. Chapter Thirty-four
  35. Chapter Thirty-five
  36. Chapter Thirty-six
  37. Chapter Thirty-seven
  38. Chapter Thirty-eight
  39. Chapter Thirty-nine
  40. Chapter Forty
  41. Chapter Forty-one
  42. Chapter Forty-two
  43. Chapter Forty-three
  44. Chapter Forty-four
  45. Acknowledgements

‘Thank you.’ I lie. I’m not thanking her at all. And she’s already looking like she shouldn’t have broken confidentiality and told me. I know guilt when I see it. I’m wishing her away so I can think what all this means. You set me up. Got someone to follow me. Take photos. You took my children away. You took them away, but now you don’t want them. But Laura wants me. I bet she asked your mother and she wouldn’t let her see me. You won’t let them see me.

You know me. I’ll never give up. And now, now I know there is hope, I’m stronger. A lot stronger.

You know me, Jack. And I know you. And I’m coming to get you.

Chapter Fourteen

It’s not just hope, it’s hope and anger all mixed into one huge mass of emotion. DS Percy stands in my kitchen, arms folded, watching Lewis and Sam wander around my garden. They look in the lockup cupboard and then walk up the lawn, stopping almost over the hole. Under normal circumstances I would have held my breath, scared to exhale in case something bad happened, but now I’m too preoccupied.

It’s all bullshit. I realise that now. You’ve been playing a game with me. I suddenly understand. Why you made an elaborate plan to make me point at you and scream like a harpy. Why your mother took a photograph of the inside of my kitchen.

You want to finish me off once and for all. Push me to the limits, accuse you of stalking me, while you stand there and shrug with your alibis. You can’t do anything to me because you will be the first suspect. So you’re trying to make me do it to myself. Again.

All because my children want to see me. All because Laura has broken out and told on you and your mother, that you won’t let her see me, and that she wants to.

The two police officers stand talking at the top of my garden, right over the hole. DS Percy is checking her texts, sipping her coffee. I sip mine and wish they would fuck off so that I can make a plan to get my kids back. To give you a taste of your own medicine. I know you, and you’ll be waiting, waiting, waiting for a call to tell you that I’ve accused you of all sorts. That I’ve found the journal and I’m raging. You’ll be ready to restate your alibi, with your cheating fucking lawyer at your side. Raking over the past, the she’s done this befores and the this is what she’s like eye-rolls.