Chapters (64)
- Cover
- Booklist
- Title Page
- Praise
- Dedication
- Prologue
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- 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
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- About the Publisher
‘Tonight? I don’t have to be at the shop tomorrow, so it doesn’t matter what time I get up. I could even stay for lunch.’
‘Yeah, okay. But I should probably check with Eleanor. Make sure we’re not going out for supper or anything.’
Edie pushed herself up and went into the house to ask her mother about Tamsyn staying over before she got too drunk to care. She went up the stairs, pushed open the door into her room then stopped dead.
‘Fuck,’ she whispered under her breath. ‘Fuck.’
She ran down the stairs, taking them two at a time and back out to the garden.
‘Sorry. You have to leave.’
Tamsyn’s face fell. ‘But I don’t—’
‘I’m sorry. I forgot I have to do something. You need to leave.’
‘But—’
‘You have to fucking leave!’
Edie noticed Tamsyn’s lip trembling and her eyes welling with tears.
‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to swear. Please,’ Edie said, trying to control her voice. ‘I just need you to go. We’ll do the film and stay-over another time, okay?’
When Tamsyn tried again to protest, she almost lost the plot, but using every ounce of control, she repeated her request as calmly as possible. ‘Look, why don’t you come back tomorrow? We can go back to the beach. Or listen to music. But, please, right now, I just need you to leave.’
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Jago
July 1986
When he sees her rushing out of the house he can tell immediately she’s upset. Her arms are tightly crossed and wrapped around her body as if she’s trying to keep warm. He pretends to sand the railings but watches her with Tamsyn. Sees his sister’s face fall. Edie doesn’t look her in the eye. She’s twitchy. Then her voice raises in volumes and he hears her tell Tamsyn to go home.
Of course, Tamsyn doesn’t want to leave. She’s glued herself to this place and these people. He knows it’s because of their father. She told him once, a few years after the storm, that the two of them had been at the house the day he died. They’d walked out to the point. Eaten a picnic. Broken in. Swum without permission. That kind of thing was typical of their father, rebellious and brave, scaling fences, sticking two fingers up to the rules.
Tamsyn nods then turns. She walks down the garden to the gate and he notices she is crying. He wonders if he should go after her, but then he sees Edie’s face, tight with anxiety. As soon as the gate bangs shut Edie spins around and runs back inside.
Something’s wrong.
He hesitates, lays the sandpaper down on the grass, then hesitates again before following her into the house.
At the door he pauses. Listens.
‘Hello?’ he calls.