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
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
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‘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?’