Chapters (82)
- Cover
- Praise for The House of Whispers
- Title Page
- Note to Readers
- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
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- Eleven
- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
- Twelve
- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
- Twenty-Five
- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
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- Thirty-Three
- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
- Forty-Two
- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
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- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
- Forty-Eight
- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
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- Priory Hospital North London: 20 December 2019
- Acknowledgements
- About the Publisher
‘I thought he was a “keeper”,’ I said, my voice brittle. ‘That’s what you said on Facebook.’
Grace laughed dismissively and I waited for something else – an explanation, an apology – but she just smiled to herself and carried on tapping and swiping her phone until the food came.
Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
‘So, would you say things started to go wrong properly once you’d departed for New York?’
‘I guess so. I suppose the first sign that things weren’t going so smoothly was when Abi missed the dinner with my family. It’s just not the done thing and everyone knows that. You don’t miss those dinners. [pauses] But she said she was painting, and I know how she gets when she’s in that “zone” so I kind of understood. Or maybe she was going out with Grace and didn’t want to admit it. But, yeah, looking back, that was probably the first sign.’
‘And did you do anything about it?’
‘I feel terrible now for not paying more attention, but what could I do about it? I was on the other side of the Atlantic. I messaged her. I gave her a bit of a hard time about it, but that was it. I’m her husband, not her keeper. She knew she’d stuffed up. I didn’t need to add to that.’
Thirty-Four
Maybe it was the visit to the old flat and all the memories that stirred up, but I couldn’t sleep that night. Eventually I gave up trying and went up to the attic to paint. I was on the fourth portrait now, and Grace was, again, older but I was experimenting with a different style for this one: I was distorting the face a little, blurring it, as if she were looking up at me from under moving water. I didn’t want it to look as if she were drowning; she was very much alive. Rather, I wanted to make her look as if she were trapped in this other dimension; this subaquatic world of dark greens and hazy turquoise, of weeds and light diffused through opaque water; as if the current were carrying her, her face drifting this way and that like the underwater weeds of a river, her hair streaming all round her, leaving you wondering if she’d escape, or if she’d drift away forever, getting smaller and smaller.