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Chapters (50)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Also by Philippa East
  4. Note to Readers
  5. Dedication
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. Chapter 37
  43. Chapter 38
  44. Chapter 39
  45. Chapter 40
  46. Chapter 41
  47. Acknowledgements
  48. Extract
  49. Chapter 1
  50. About the Publisher

‘An accident?’ Mum is closer than ever to me now. And I realize then, Dad can’t protect me. Not physically, not emotionally, not at all. He’s standing there, right next to me, and he should be able to help me, his daughter. But I realize that if it really came down to it, me against her, he would be forced to take her side.

And so I can’t do it. I can’t stand there and let her touch me. She’s my mother, but I don’t feel safe. I feel as if there’s a pit I’m about to fall into. Because she still hasn’t acknowledged it. This is the closest we’ve ever come; this is the first time I’ve said these kind of words out loud. But she is shaking her head, her face so closed down. She won’t allow either of us to come clean. And all I hear her say is:

‘I did what was best. I was protecting you, protecting Charlie. I stepped in, didn’t I? I kept you both safe.’

It isn’t an admission. It isn’t enough. The truth is still buried there, covered over by all her words: what she did. All I can see is her face, Dad’s confusion. Those white sheets. Pure. Pristine. Not a single mark on them. My reply is on the tip of my tongue, but no matter how I try, I can’t get it out. The words are welded into my mouth. All I can do is say it into the empty chambers of my mind.

I didn’t need protecting. I needed your help.

The green picket gate behind me hangs open, exactly as I left it. I turn and escape from the garden, the house, from them. What had I expected? A happy ending, a perfect confession? The righting of everything that went wrong back then? I should never have come. I was so stupid, so desperate. I’m not thinking rationally. I’m barely thinking at all.

Charlie, I think to myself. Get back to Charlie. He needs you, what on earth are you doing here? You have to go home. You have to get back to him.

My shoes bite my feet as I run back to the train station. I feel the blisters swelling beneath my tights. I reach the station and scan the departures board. And then it’s as though I’ve swallowed my heart.

The next scheduled London train has been cancelled.

And the next one, and the next.

Chapter 32