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Chapters (59)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Book
  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. Chapter Thirty-three
  37. Chapter Thirty-four
  38. Chapter Thirty-five
  39. Chapter Thirty-six
  40. Chapter Thirty-seven
  41. Chapter Thirty-eight
  42. Chapter Thirty-nine
  43. Chapter Forty
  44. Chapter Forty-one
  45. Chapter Forty-two
  46. Chapter Forty-three
  47. Chapter Forty-four
  48. Chapter Forty-five
  49. Chapter Forty-six
  50. Chapter Forty-seven
  51. Chapter Forty-eight
  52. Chapter Forty-nine
  53. Chapter Fifty
  54. Chapter Fifty-one
  55. Chapter Fifty-two
  56. Acknowledgements
  57. About the Author
  58. Also by the author
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‘Not all of us. Ava doesn’t know.’

Ava was one of the reasons her head was going to explode. Imagine if she’d left with Lorenzo. ‘And now Ava has almost been killed by an idiot in a campervan. Imagine if I had been in Italy when that happened.’

‘She’s fine. She’s tough like us. And you would fly home.’ Mim smiled beatifically. ‘I think Ava’s in love.’

Stella felt like the little balcony had just cracked off the side of the building, fallen to the ground twenty feet below them, and carried her with it. ‘Not with the city doctor? The one with amnesia?’

‘Just a suspicion,’ Mim said serenely.

Stella wanted to twist her hands together and cry. Or break something. Neither of which she ever did, but lately the feelings were bubbling inside and tearing to get out, and fifty was a stupid age to lose control.

This was all her fault. She waited a little until she could speak more calmly. ‘It’s a penance for the lies. I should have told them the truth. That love isn’t enough if that person is from another world …’

‘Stella May.’ Her mother’s voice broke in. ‘Stop it. Your father and I were from different worlds and that worked out very well, thank you. Hana and Jock are from different worlds.’

Stella said softly, ‘What about Noah? What about me? I deserted their father when he needed me and then he died.’

‘You got homesick. Tell your children now, be done with it. You were pregnant and lonely. He did something stupid and then he died. It’s time to let go of that volcano of bitterness you’ve carried for twenty years. It’s done enough damage. Don’t let it damage others.’

This was Mim at her most determined. But how could Stella confess she’d lied to the very children she’d promoted truth to after saying she’d been happy in Sydney, and very much in love?

Stella stood up as if to take a turn around the room, but the verandah was so small. So she sat down again and thought reluctantly of the painful past. Well, they had been happy for a while. But Ava in love with a man from the city? Her darling Ava, who’d been hit by that campervan and almost killed along with her companion, the amnesic companion her daughter wanted to bring back to Setabilly to convalesce? It all began to make horrible sense and her dread grew.

Three hours later, Mim and Stella had packed the car in preparation for returning to Setabilly and had driven back to the hospital for Ava.

Stella walked into Zac’s room to meet him, as requested by her daughter. The instant she saw the way her daughter looked at him, she knew. It took all of two seconds to confirm her mother’s suspicions were correct. Two seconds.