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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- Nine
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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
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- 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-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 shook my head. ‘Not at the moment.’ I paused but he waited, as if he expected me to say more. I swallowed down the lump in my throat. ‘She was with someone when she went to Australia, but it didn’t work out.’ I had to stop myself and take a couple of breaths as my heart banged, too large, in my chest. ‘Now she’s focusing on settling herself here, and her work. No doubt she’ll find someone, though. She always does.’ I pinged my fork up and down with my finger, hoping Rohan hadn’t noticed how the words fell flat onto the table, like dead flies.
Rohan chuckled. ‘And what have you told her about me?’ he sucked in his cheeks and struck a model pose. ‘That I’m clever, suave, handsome, sophisticated? That you’re lucky to have me?’
I laughed. ‘All of that.’ I took a deep breath. ‘I’m going to be stronger with her, by the way. I’ve drawn up a housework rota.’
‘Okay…’ Rohan said carefully.
‘I admit, she can be a user. But I’m onto it, and I need her for now. I have a plan, and you have to trust me.’
‘If you’re sure.’ He didn’t sound convinced.
We lapsed into silence as we ate. Rohan must still have been thinking about Grace, though, because after some time he looked at me with his head tilted sideways.
‘Do you remember in the summer when we were having dinner with Mum and Mili, and Mili asked if you had a muse?’
‘Mmm-hmm,’ I said.
‘Can I ask you something? Is Grace your muse?’
I sighed. ‘I guess.’
Rohan nodded. ‘Okay. Interesting. So, it’s hashtag complicated?’
I nodded. Rohan waited for me to elaborate but I didn’t even know where or how to start.
‘In what way would you say she’s your muse?’ he said finally.
‘I seem to do my best work when she’s around.’
‘Okay.’
I played with the food on my plate, suddenly not hungry now Grace was back in my head. ‘It’s hard to explain,’ I said. ‘It’s something to do with how she looks at me – I don’t mean “looks” at me – I mean, how she views me; what she expects of me, I suppose. It’s like she looks inside me and pulls out something from within, even when I don’t know it’s there myself.’
‘And I don’t do that?’