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Chapters (46)
  1. Cover
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Chapter Thirty-One
  33. Chapter Thirty-Two
  34. Chapter Thirty-Three
  35. Chapter Thirty-Four
  36. Chapter Thirty-Five
  37. Chapter Thirty-Six
  38. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  39. Epilogue
  40. Acknowledgments
  41. Thank you for reading…
  42. You will also love…
  43. About the Author
  44. Also by Julie Shackman
  45. One More Chapter...
  46. About the Publisher

Lily glowered at me. “Since when did you qualify as a doctor?”

Now it was my turn to pull a face at her. “What I mean is, I knew there was something wrong.”

“There isn’t anything wrong as such,” she insisted, glugging some milk into a dinky milk jug. “I’ve just got to not rush around, that’s all.”

She eyed me. “My young lady doctor is nice enough, but she’s overreacting. They don’t know everything.”

My lips twitched.

“And I don’t want my personal business being spread around Silver Ness, thank you very much. I’ve told you in confidence. Well, you literally forced it out of me,”

I tried not to smile. “You have my word that I won’t tell anyone.”

“Good.”

I glanced around, admiring a vase of pretty white lilies on her kitchen windowsill. “How do you manage here on your own?”

“Perfectly well, thank you,” she clipped. “They’ll have to carry me out of here feet first. I’m not going anywhere.” A softer look settled across her face for a few seconds. “This is my home. I belong right here. I always have done.” Then she whipped her attention back to me, her tone more officious again.

“Right, young lady, I’ve confided in you about my minor health issue, so what about you?”

Minor? I thought. I was going to debate the point with her, but decided not to. I probably wouldn’t win anyway. I sighed. “Where do you want me to start?”

“At the beginning is always best.”

And so, before I could make a decision about what to tell her – or indeed how much to tell her – my concerns poured out of me in a torrent and I couldn’t find the barrier. “The newspaper I’ve been working on for the past two years is being amalgamated and I’ve been made redundant. I’ve got another job in journalism, but it’s on this intimidating magazine and I’ve been made the beauty writer, which is not what I wanted to do.”

I paused, drawing a ragged breath, while Lily poured a stream of tea into two mugs and listened. “It turns out that the investigative reporter post – that’s the one I applied for – has gone to the editor’s niece.”

Lily still didn’t make any comment. She flicked me an unreadable expression.