Chapters (82)
- Cover
- Dedication
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
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- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
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- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
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- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
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- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
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- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
- SIXTY-SEVEN
- SIXTY-EIGHT
- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
- SEVENTY-TWO
- SEVENTY-THREE
- SEVENTY-FOUR
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Jan closed the album, returned it to the box, then placed the parcel containing the bootees and outfit on top. She folded in the lid and left the box where she’d found it. The shine had gone out of the evening ahead. She drained the last of her coffee, and then picking up her phone texted Chris. Will understand if you want to cancel.
But his reply was instant: Wouldn’t hear of it. Looking forward to it. Pick you up at 7. See you later, Chris x
SIXTEEN
‘Why didn’t you tell me before?’ Ian asked, upset and angry. ‘I don’t understand. I didn’t think we had any secrets, and then this!’ He spread his hands open in dismay.
‘We don’t have secrets,’ Emma said. ‘Only this one. I’m sorry. I was going to tell you, but then there was so much going on with the police coming back, it didn’t seem like a good time.’
‘And now is a good time?’ he asked crossly. ‘I come home from work early to take you out, only to be told you’re not the person I married. Am I supposed to accept it just like that?’
‘I am the same person you married,’ Emma cried, hurt. ‘It’s still me.’
‘But you don’t have your father’s genes. I wasted all that time researching your family’s tree and he’s not even family!’
‘He is my family. He’s my father and I love him!’ Emma’s eyes filled.
‘But you don’t have his DNA!’ Ian said, equally frustrated. ‘You have the DNA of someone else, a donor, a stranger. You must see that?’
‘Yes, I know, but Mum said the donor couldn’t possibly be responsible for the defective gene because all donors are thoroughly screened.’
‘How can she be certain?’
‘They went to a proper clinic and all donors had their DNA checked to make sure they didn’t pass on anything.’
‘What clinic?’ Ian asked. ‘Where is it?’
‘I don’t know,’ Emma said helplessly. ‘I didn’t ask. It doesn’t matter to me. It never has.’
‘It matters to me and my research,’ Ian snapped.
‘Too much!’ Emma retaliated. ‘I know why you’re so angry. It’s because this has shown I can’t have the defective gene. You haven’t found anything on my mother’s side, you told me that, and now this rules out my father too. So it has to be you! I think you’ve become obsessed with this, Ian. Look at all these death certificates.’ She grabbed a handful and threw them at him. ‘It’s taken over, Ian. It’s ridiculous! Let it go. It’s destroying us.’
There was silence as they both glared at each other. Then Ian said more gently, ‘What happened to us was unimaginably horrible, and I have to find out what caused it. Whether I am to blame or not.’