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
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- 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
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- 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
- Forty-Three
- 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
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Priory Hospital North London: 20 December 2019
- Acknowledgements
- About the Publisher
And then there was Rohan. My husband. I loved him and I didn’t want him to worry. If he knew I was going to have a friend here, he wouldn’t feel so bad about leaving me. Because he didn’t know Grace, he’d picture me safe with my friend, the two of us cocooned together in the house reminiscing over old times, no doubt, and he’d stop worrying. He’d know there was someone here to look after me; to make sure I got up in the morning and went to bed at night; to make sure I bought the groceries and ate enough food; and – I shrank a little into myself as I thought this – to make sure I didn’t drink myself unconscious.
But I didn’t want to tell him about Grace until I’d decided for myself whether I was going to invite her to stay. If I mentioned the possibility, he’d insist that she came, and I needed that decision to be my own.
I swilled the water in the glass and sighed again. Having Grace around would certainly have its advantages. I shivered as the feeling of laying new colours on the paper earlier in the evening came back to me, thrilling me because I could feel that they were the start of something that could be immense. Was it a coincidence that I started to get my painting mojo back the very day that Grace’s name reappeared in my life? Could having her back here be the catalyst I needed to paint a new series? My exhibition was looming and so far I had nothing to show.
Outside, the wind rustled the leaves of the oak tree and rattled the cat-flap door. With a huge sigh, I picked up my phone and over-typed the previous email.
Dear Grace. What a surprise! Sounds like you had a wonderful time in Australia, and how exciting to be moving back to London. Yes, I live in North London now, with my husband. We’d love to offer you somewhere to stay while you get back on your feet over here. When are you planning to arrive? All the best, Abi
I read the email one more time then sent it before I started my nightly checks. You never knew what tiny thing could trigger a full-scale disaster. Cooker – off. Gas – off. Smoke detector – working. Front door – locked. Back door– locked. Blinds – closed. Key – in door. Escape routes – clear. Rohan had long ago stopped trying to do these things for me.