Chapters (66)
- Cover
- THE HEATWAVE
- Readers love The Heatwave
- 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
- Acknowledgements
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- About the Author
- Also by Katerina Diamond
- About the Publisher
I feel a picture of the past forming in my head, like a book you read once and then when you watch the movie several years later, you know it’s not exactly as you remember it, but you aren’t sure what’s different. It would be easy to find out; all I need to do is go back home. I’m not sure I’m ready.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Then
Jasmine had three large assignments to complete over the summer for her A Level interviews. The college had asked for a piece for each course she wanted to attend, as there was high demand for the ones she was interested in. She decided she wanted to focus on those rather than what had happened last night; she couldn’t keep torturing herself by thinking about Tim and what they had done together. If she told her parents about him going through their room then she would have to admit what she had done with him, why he was even in the house at that time of night. She couldn’t bear the thought of the look of disappointment they would give her.
They had been asked to fill a seventy-five-page scrap book, so she planned to use five pages for each country they had visited since she was in her mother’s stomach. Her parents had put a world map up in their dining room, which filled almost a whole wall, and had flag stickers on all the countries they had visited, a few from before Jasmine was born. There was a slightly heavier concentration in central and South America, as her mother was fluent in Spanish and Portuguese and could get by with many of the local dialects.
She ran upstairs and rooted through her wardrobe. She was almost out of clean summer clothes. The small amount of rain last night had made little difference to the suffocating heat – she thought today might be the hottest day yet. She found an old pair of harem trousers and a halter-neck top. They didn’t really match but she didn’t care. She scooped her dirty clothes from the chair and the floor before taking them downstairs and throwing them in the washing machine. She turned the machine on and then went straight to the freezer to look for an ice lolly or something because it was so hot, she could barely think. There was a freeze pop in the bottom drawer and she laid it across the back of her neck to try and cool herself down.