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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

Oh, but I do. I do.

And maybe losing Sean is my penance.

Maybe it’s revenge. Karma. Some kind of payback for what happened fifteen years ago.

Chapter 26

26

‘We’re not talking about that night,’ Izzy said, forcing a smile, ‘we’re talking about you and Lucy.’

I used the napkin to wipe a tear from the corner of my eye.

‘Lucy’s . . . oh, I don’t know. She doesn’t talk to me like she used to.’

‘She’s growing up.’

‘Too fast.’

She took a drink from a bottle of water. ‘It’s more than that though, isn’t it?’

‘What makes you say that?’

The urge to confide in her was rising, pulling at me like a riptide.

But what if it’s Izzy? What if she’s the one?

She looked at me for a long moment, seeming to weigh up her next words. Finally she gave me a sad little smile. ‘It’s not my place to say anything, and please tell me to shut up and mind my own business if you want to, but I’m a bit worried about you.’

‘Me?’

‘Is something going on with Sean?’

My stomach dropped.

‘What?’

‘The thing that’s bothering you. Is it about him?’

‘Why do you say that?’

‘Seems like it’s a bit tense between the two of you. There’s kind of a weird atmosphere thing going on.’

Is she just trying to get inside my head? Probing to find out how much I know? Or does she really want to help?

I picked up the flask of coffee and poured myself half a cup. It was intensely strong but I was glad of the caffeine hit after two sleepless nights.

The urge to confide in Izzy was almost overwhelming, and before I knew it the words were pouring out of me. She had known Sean longer than me, longer than any of us.

‘Not sure if I ever told you this,’ I said. ‘But there was a woman, Zoe, I met at NCT classes when I was pregnant with Daniel. We stayed in touch after the kids were born and her husband was really lovely, charming, funny – he doted on them both. Absolutely no sign that anything was wrong, and then last year – boom – he left her for someone he’d met through work, totally out of the blue. She came home one day and he’d taken a car boot full of his stuff and just left her a note. That was it.’

‘Did he come back?’