Back Something to Tell You
Chapters (46)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Chapter Four
  8. Chapter Five
  9. Chapter Six
  10. Chapter Seven
  11. Chapter Eight
  12. Chapter Nine
  13. Chapter Ten
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Chapter Twelve
  16. Chapter Thirteen
  17. Chapter Fourteen
  18. Chapter Fifteen
  19. Chapter Sixteen
  20. Chapter Seventeen
  21. Chapter Eighteen
  22. Chapter Nineteen
  23. Chapter Twenty
  24. Chapter Twenty-One
  25. Chapter Twenty-Two
  26. Chapter Twenty-Three
  27. Chapter Twenty-Four
  28. Chapter Twenty-Five
  29. Chapter Twenty-Six
  30. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  31. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  32. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  33. Chapter Thirty
  34. Chapter Thirty-One
  35. Chapter Thirty-Two
  36. Acknowledgments
  37. Read on for an extract from the brand new book from Lucy Diamond
  38. Prologue
  39. Chapter One
  40. Q&A with Lucy Diamond
  41. On a Beautiful Day
  42. The House of New Beginnings
  43. Praise
  44. About the Author
  45. By the Same Author
  46. Copyright

Jeanie looked rather sheepish, but managed a smile at least. ‘It had its moments,’ she said, ‘and was mostly wonderful. Even more wonderful when your dad turned up out of the blue, obviously.’

‘Welcome back, Dad,’ said Dave, hugging him. ‘You look well. Want a hand with your bags?’

‘Thanks, son,’ Harry said. ‘We’ve had a smashing few days.’

‘Glad to hear it,’ Dave replied. ‘Hang on,’ he said, as his phone started ringing, ‘I’ll just take this.’

‘Mum, do you want me to carry anything?’ Paula asked. ‘Blimey, are you sure you’ve got enough duty-free there?’

‘I couldn’t resist picking up a few things for the kiddies,’ Jeanie confessed, opening the carrier bag to reveal Toblerones, a science kit, some cool-looking headphones. ‘And there’s your favourite perfume somewhere in there as well, plus . . .’

‘What?’ Dave said just then into the phone in such a shocked voice that they all looked over at him. ‘Oh God. Is she okay?’

Paula had a bad feeling inside as she saw how the colour was blanching from his face. ‘No, her name’s Bernadette,’ Dave said, passing a hand across his face. His mouth seemed to buckle and he leaned heavily against a pillar for support. ‘Bunny for short . . . Is it definitely her? What’s the car registration?’ His body sagged. ‘Right. Yes. That is her.’

‘What’s going on?’ Jeanie asked Paula in concern. ‘Is he all right?’

‘I don’t know,’ Paula replied, still watching her brother’s face. His eyes were glassy as if he was being told something terrible, and she felt her own stomach bottom out in alarm.

‘Right,’ he said, swallowing hard and nodding, seemingly oblivious to the others staring at him. ‘Okay. I’ll come over straight away. Oh God. Okay, thanks.’ He hung up, looking dazed and kind of queasy. ‘I’ve got to go,’ he said. ‘That was the police. Bunny . . . she’s been in an accident.’

Once Dave had left, practically sprinting in his haste, Paula and her parents headed for the car park in subdued silence. Dave hadn’t been able to give them any more details other than that Bunny was in hospital, following a car crash, but it had sounded serious. Paula loaded the suitcases into the boot of her car, feeling worried for vibrant, smiling Bunny and for poor Dave too, who was so besotted with her. Yet another crisis to hit the family!