Chapters (69)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- The First Crossing
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Cross Country
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- The Woods
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- The Last Crossing
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Acknowledgements
- Copyright
‘I’m sorry how things worked out,’ she said. ‘How…’
‘How life worked out?’
She nodded, smiled sadly. She hugged him then, embraced him tightly. He returned the gesture, felt instantly the comfort of her familiar shape and smell and touch.
‘I still love you,’ he whispered to her.
‘I know,’ she said. ‘And I still love you, too.’ she said. ‘But I have a different life now. And so do you.’
They parted, and she stood in front of him, her eyes, like his, glistening with tears, both hands on his shoulders as if she was studying him, wanting to remember every detail of his face.
‘And so do you,’ she repeated, trying to laugh, her voice cracking a little. ‘And so you should. Go. Live. Be happy.’
She moved forward and kissed him on the side of the mouth, their lips touching for the briefest moment, and he felt her tears against his cheek, his mouth and nose filling with her scent.
But she wore a different perfume now, her old scent at once as familiar and irrecoverable as the past.
Chapter Fifty-Nine
Chapter Fifty-Nine
As they passed Lady Bay, Tony watched Scotland slip away from him.
It was three weeks since he’d last seen Karen, that morning she had gone to work. She had not answered his calls, did not answer the door when he’d called. At first he’d been hurt, then angry. Now he was resigned. The place had changed for him after Martin Kelly. The country held his bones and, to Tony’s mind, that infected everything that Scotland might hold for him.
He’d phoned his father and explained that he wanted to come home. He wasn’t going to get involved in anything, he promised him. Nothing could bring Danny back, but he missed home and was ready to return.
His landlord had allowed him to leave a week early on his lease on condition he forfeited his deposit. The school hadn’t been pleased about his leaving at such short notice, but he’d lied, said his father was sick and he needed to go back to look after him. They’d accepted the excuse, albeit reluctantly. After all, if he left the country, what else could they do?
He stood on deck, the wind whipping his coat, his hands gripping the rail, his face feeling stiff with the wash of salt spray and looked forward, towards where home lay. He felt in his breast an undercurrent of dread, but above that, the small still voice of Hope that said everything would work out OK.