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
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- Fifty-Three
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- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Priory Hospital North London: 20 December 2019
- Acknowledgements
- About the Publisher
‘He says I don’t have the head space for him anymore,’ she said, and her tone was scathing, despite the tears. ‘Apparently, I’m “too distracted” and he’s making all the effort coming to London but apparently my head’s not in it anymore.’
Tears leaked again from under her eyelashes, and she swiped at them with the sleeve of her sweater. She was one of those rare people who could cry prettily. I tried to smile with a modicum of sympathy. I felt for her, of course I did, but at the end of the day, I could have told her he wasn’t going to go the course – even a blind man could see that – and some of us had greater burdens to carry than a failed relationship. But what she said next surprised me.
‘Apparently, all I care about these days is my new friends.’ She paused. ‘New friend.’ I stiffened, feeling the shape of blame looming over me; guilt already circling like a shark.
‘We had a row,’ Grace said. ‘It was ugly.’ She sniffled. ‘We never fight. We always discuss things. I can’t believe he was being so mean. I didn’t know what triggered it but then he brought up your name and I realized that’s what it was: he was jealous.’
‘Jealous?’
‘He said you’re monopolizing me and that I should hang out with other people. That it was unhealthy to be so close to one person.’ I opened my mouth to agree – I’d often thought the same – but she carried on. ‘He said I’m always in your room and hanging out with you and he thinks it’s unhealthy.’ She paused. ‘He said you’re weird.’
‘Weird?’
‘I know! He said you’re morose and a loner and it wouldn’t surprise him if you were depressed. I said, what would he know? And, surely, if you were depressed you needed a friend more than ever, but he started going on about it rubbing off onto me and how I had to be careful, and I should be out living it up with lots of friends not moping about with you. He said you were like a drain; a “joy-sucker”, Abs!’ Another gulp and sniff. ‘So I said I wasn’t going to choose my friends for him and it was up to me to do what I wanted to do while I was at uni, and if it bothered him so much, he didn’t have to be my boyfriend.’ Her face crumpled. ‘And he said, “Fine.”’
I exhaled loudly. ‘Whoa.’