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Contents ( 68)
  1. Writing as Fiona Harper:
  2. Copyright
  3. Note to Readers
  4. Contents
  5. Part One
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-One
  27. Chapter Twenty-Two
  28. Chapter Twenty-Three
  29. Chapter Twenty-Four
  30. Chapter Twenty-Five
  31. Chapter Twenty-Six
  32. Part Two
  33. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  34. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  35. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  36. Chapter Thirty
  37. Chapter Thirty-One
  38. Chapter Thirty-Two
  39. Chapter Thirty-Three
  40. Chapter Thirty-Four
  41. Chapter Thirty-Five
  42. Chapter Thirty-Six
  43. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  44. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  45. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  46. Chapter Forty
  47. Chapter Forty-One
  48. Chapter Forty-Two
  49. Chapter Forty-Three
  50. Chapter Forty-Four
  51. Chapter Forty-Five
  52. Chapter Forty-Six
  53. Chapter Forty-Seven
  54. Chapter Forty-Eight
  55. Chapter Forty-Nine
  56. Chapter Fifty
  57. Chapter Fifty-One
  58. Chapter Fifty-Two
  59. Chapter Fifty-Three
  60. Chapter Fifty-Four
  61. Chapter Fifty-Five
  62. Chapter Fifty-Six
  63. Chapter Fifty-Seven
  64. Chapter Fifty-Eight
  65. Chapter Fifty-Nine
  66. Chapter Sixty
  67. Acknowledgements
  68. About the Publisher

‘Maybe,’ Anna replied warily.

And here was the million-dollar question. ‘Do you think there is any possibility you’re doing the same thing with Gayle?’

The silence that followed was taut. Brody could sense her struggling with what he’d said, but he trusted her to see the truth.

‘Maybe,’ she said again. ‘But it doesn’t make it any easier to deal with. I still feel what I feel. And I know she won’t apologize to me for her part in the way things are between us, that I’ll have to be the bigger person and take responsibility for it all, and the idea of giving her a free pass just smarts, so at the moment it’s easier to leave things as they are. Gabi has said that maybe it’s a good idea for me to have a break from all the lunches and photo albums, and I’m inclined to agree.’

Brody felt his throat tighten. This was how it started. But to explain fully how dangerous it was just to put things off, to believe the opportunities for healing and reconciliation wouldn’t diminish as time went on, he was going to have to be more specific, and that meant telling Anna things he didn’t want to tell her. Things he didn’t want to tell anyone because he felt too guilty and ashamed.

He ran a hand through his hair and turned and strode further down the lawn into the darkness. He could hear the gurgle of the stream that ran down the boundary at the bottom of his garden. Sometimes, he sensed that Anna had him on a pedestal, that she thought he was wise and sensible and… good. If he told her everything – not just about the state of his life now, but about what happened nine years ago – that pedestal would be smashed and broken. She would never see him in the same way again. Worst case scenario, he could lose her friendship forever. The thought terrified him.

But it would be worth it if he could help her, if he could prevent her from screwing up her relationships with bitterness and misplaced blame, the way he had. He was just working out where to begin when she spoke. ‘And talking of moving on, I had an interesting chat with my mum the other week. I’ve been meaning to mention it. I told her how much our conversations have helped me and she suggested setting up something similar to help other people who’ve lost someone.’

Brody wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or frustrated he had a stay of execution. He’d come back to this later in the conversation. ‘What sort of something?’ he said, frowning. Anna wasn’t going to suggest adding more people into their conversations, was she? He didn’t much like that idea.

‘I’m not sure yet,’ she said, ‘but some way to connect other people so they can talk with each other like we have.’

‘Other people? Talking to each other?’

‘Something like that. I need to get it straight in my head before I get going with it. I’ll keep you posted as I work it all out.’ She paused and took a breath before carrying on. ‘And talking of moving on, on finding healing after loss, there’s another big step I’ve decided to take.’