Chapters (105)
- Praise
- Title Page
- Contents
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Saturday
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Ten months earlier
- Sunday
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Nine months earlier
- Monday
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Six months earlier
- Tuesday
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Four months earlier
- Wednesday
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- One month earlier
- Thursday
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- Chapter 78
- Chapter 79
- Chapter 80
- One Month Later
- Chapter 81
- Chapter 82
- Chapter 83
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Also by T.M. Logan
- A message from TM Logan
- Copyright
Jennifer was already on her feet.
‘I should talk to the boys. Explain.’
‘Jen,’ Alistair said, ‘just let them go. Let them do what they want to do.’
She ignored him, hurrying after her sons.
The rest of us – six adults plus Lucy – sat in silence for a moment, none of us quite sure what to say next. It was as if a bomb had gone off and we were slowly emerging from the rubble, trying to assess the damage.
‘Another lovely meal all together,’ grunted Russ. Rowan jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow.
‘Such a shame you’re leaving early,’ she said to Alistair again.
Alistair refilled his wine glass. ‘Well, I think things here have pretty much run their course, don’t you? No point in stringing it out any longer.’
‘The kids seem to be getting on well, really getting to know each other.’
‘Perhaps.’ He threw a glance at Sean. ‘But I’ve always maintained that one needs to know when to cut one’s losses.’
The silence resumed and we continued eating, listening to the distant shouts of the children running through the vineyard below. After a few minutes, Lucy pushed her chair back and walked off towards the garden without saying a word.
Later, as the men wandered out in search of their children and we finished taking all the tea things back through to the kitchen, Izzy caught my eye.
It was time.
Chapter 64
64
Daniel
Daniel trailed after the two bigger boys, stubbing at the dry, stony earth with the toe of his sandal. He was tired and bored and didn’t really know what they were doing down here in the woods. They’d done throwing stones into the gorge, and climbing trees, and whittling sticks into sharp points, and now he was just following them because he didn’t know what else to do.
All in all, today had been a rubbish day. The ice cream at lunch had been nice, but that was about it. Everyone else had gone off to do fun things except his family, they didn’t really do anything; he just went into the village with his mum, had lunch and came back again, then Mum had gone to sleep and Lucy was being really weird and Dad didn’t want to play with him. Then Jake and Ethan’s mum had told everyone at dinner that they were going home early, like tonight, and that seemed really unfair because it meant that the only children left at the holiday house were him and his sister and Odette, who had told him six times now that she didn’t like boys.