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Chapters (105)
  1. Praise
  2. Title Page
  3. Contents
  4. Dedication
  5. Epigraph
  6. Saturday
  7. Chapter 1
  8. Chapter 2
  9. Chapter 3
  10. Chapter 4
  11. Chapter 5
  12. Chapter 6
  13. Chapter 7
  14. Chapter 8
  15. Chapter 9
  16. Chapter 10
  17. Chapter 11
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Ten months earlier
  21. Sunday
  22. Chapter 14
  23. Chapter 15
  24. Chapter 16
  25. Chapter 17
  26. Chapter 18
  27. Chapter 19
  28. Chapter 20
  29. Chapter 21
  30. Chapter 22
  31. Chapter 23
  32. Chapter 24
  33. Nine months earlier
  34. Monday
  35. Chapter 25
  36. Chapter 26
  37. Chapter 27
  38. Chapter 28
  39. Chapter 29
  40. Chapter 30
  41. Chapter 31
  42. Chapter 32
  43. Chapter 33
  44. Chapter 34
  45. Chapter 35
  46. Chapter 36
  47. Six months earlier
  48. Tuesday
  49. Chapter 37
  50. Chapter 38
  51. Chapter 39
  52. Chapter 40
  53. Chapter 41
  54. Chapter 42
  55. Chapter 43
  56. Chapter 44
  57. Chapter 45
  58. Chapter 46
  59. Chapter 47
  60. Four months earlier
  61. Wednesday
  62. Chapter 48
  63. Chapter 49
  64. Chapter 50
  65. Chapter 51
  66. Chapter 52
  67. Chapter 53
  68. Chapter 54
  69. Chapter 55
  70. Chapter 56
  71. Chapter 57
  72. Chapter 58
  73. Chapter 59
  74. Chapter 60
  75. One month earlier
  76. Thursday
  77. Chapter 61
  78. Chapter 62
  79. Chapter 63
  80. Chapter 64
  81. Chapter 65
  82. Chapter 66
  83. Chapter 67
  84. Chapter 68
  85. Chapter 69
  86. Chapter 70
  87. Chapter 71
  88. Chapter 72
  89. Chapter 73
  90. Chapter 74
  91. Chapter 75
  92. Chapter 76
  93. Chapter 77
  94. Chapter 78
  95. Chapter 79
  96. Chapter 80
  97. One Month Later
  98. Chapter 81
  99. Chapter 82
  100. Chapter 83
  101. Acknowledgements
  102. About the Author
  103. Also by T.M. Logan
  104. A message from TM Logan
  105. Copyright

Rowan stood up and went over to Sean, hugging him tightly, arms clasped around his broad back. ‘Thank you, Sean, thank you,’ she said, her voice cracking. ‘I don’t know what to say. Thank you for keeping an eye out for her.’

He hugged her in return, biceps flattened against her back.

‘No worries,’ he said quietly. ‘It was nothing.’

They stood there like that, not saying anything else, simply holding each other tight.

Two people, two parents, giving and receiving thanks for the safety of a young child.

Holding each other.

For just a little too long.

Just as they were about to part, half-turning away from me, Rowan turned her head and stood on tiptoes, her lips near his ear. Just for a moment. Sean tilted his head down so his ear was almost touching her lips. Her hands at the back of his neck. His expression softening into a smile. A few seconds, nothing more, then they moved apart into an awkward silence.

Had I imagined it?

Had she whispered something?

What did she say?

What was that?

Finally, they separated. Rowan smiling at my husband, the hero.

My husband, who seemed to be losing his way in life.

Whose midlife crisis had snowballed into an affair.

Who had been lying to me for weeks, maybe months.

Not for the first time, I wondered whether Rowan had brought us here to impress him, to impress my husband. If that was what was really going on. The free holiday and the villa and the champagne were all to impress Sean. An in-joke, of which only the two of them were aware. They had worked out a way to come away on holiday together – the rest of us just happened to have been invited along for the ride.

Stop it.

Stop. It.

Russ extended a hand and Sean shook it, both men nodding awkwardly.

Sean had strong hands. I loved his hands. They were already starting to darken with exposure to the Mediterranean sun. I noticed something else about him as he reached to drink from a bottle of water: a pale line of skin around the fourth finger of his left hand.

Where his wedding ring should have been.

Chapter 17

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