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Chapters (49)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Chapter Forty-Three
  46. Acknowledgements
  47. About the Author
  48. Also by Sue Fortin
  49. About the Publisher

‘I’m sorry,’ he said. ‘I need time to get my head round everything.’

‘Sure,’ said Steph. As much as she knew it was the best thing to do, her heart tugged in her chest. Something told her he was about to walk out of her life, probably for good.

‘I wish I hadn’t come, but I’m glad I did in some sort of perverse way. I needed to know the truth.’

‘I wish I could have told you something different.’

Harry rested his hand against the door jamb and patted it twice, as if trying to come to a decision. He turned back to her. ‘There’s something on that recording that you’re not telling me. What is it?’

Steph gulped. How could she tell him about Dominic? ‘I … I don’t think so.’

He appraised her before speaking again. ‘Was Elizabeth having an affair with Dominic?’

This time, Steph’s throat was too dry to gulp. She opened her mouth to speak, to deny it, because that was what he wanted to hear, but the words stuck in her throat. She tried again. ‘I don’t know,’ she managed to choke out.

‘You’re a crap liar,’ said Harry. He walked back to her and gently cupped the side of her face with his hand. ‘Take care, Steph.’

She looked at him, tears blurring her vision. She managed a nod and leaned her face into his palm. ‘You too.’

Chapter Forty-Two

Harry’s Lodge, Conmere, Wednesday, 5 July, 1.20 p.m

Harry looked at the letter in his hand. Had he known it was from Sonia Lomas before he’d opened it, he might have been tempted to throw it away without reading it. However, it was in his hand, a single sheet of white bond paper, her neat handwriting gracing the page.

Dear Harry

I hope you find it in yourself to read this letter for it is not sent with any kind of malice and I hope it is received in the way it’s intended. I know we haven’t been able to speak to one another for some time now and I feel this is the best way.

Firstly, I want to extend my condolences to you for the loss of your mother. This is said not because of how I feel about what Pru did, but to you as a man who was once my son-in-law and who as a son is grieving in the most difficult of circumstances.