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Chapters (60)
  1. Cover
  2. Copyright
  3. Praise for The Lie
  4. Dedication
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Chapter 44
  49. Chapter 45
  50. Chapter 46
  51. Chapter 47
  52. Chapter 48
  53. Chapter 49
  54. Keep Reading
  55. Acknowledgements
  56. Book Club Questions for The Lie by C.L. Taylor
  57. A Conversation With C.L. Taylor
  58. About the Author
  59. Also by C.L. Taylor
  60. About the Publisher

“We’d slope back into whatever room the rest of the family was in and pretend nothing had happened.”

“Your parents would pretend nothing had happened, too?”

“Yeah.”

I’m telling him too much. He’s feeding me questions like he fed them to Leanne, but there’s a part of me that wants to answer him. I don’t know if it’s because Daisy and I aren’t speaking so I haven’t got anyone to confide in apart from Al, or because there’s a tiny part of me that’s flattered that Isaac’s showing an interest.

“Did anyone ever stand their ground instead of running off?” he asks.

“No, if you did that you’d be ignored. Dad would pick up the paper and Mum would close down emotionally. No conversation, no eye contact, no warmth. It was like being shut out in the cold.”

“So you learned that, in order to be loved, you should remain agreeable.”

“Pretty much.”

Isaac rubs a thumb over his cheekbone and gazes at me thoughtfully. “You mention your mum as having a reaction, but not your dad.”

“She was the one who’d discipline us. Dad would keep quiet. I don’t think he liked being on the wrong side of her, either.”

“And you wanted her to be proud of you, to love you?”

“What child doesn’t? My brothers and sister – George, Henry and Isabella – they made her proud with their sporting achievements and their dancing and their acting, but I wasn’t good at any of those things. There was a space in our family for ‘the intelligent child’ – we already had sporty, beautiful and funny – and I tried to fill it. I worked really, really hard. I wasn’t being Miss World when I told you about loving animals and wanting to be a vet. The plan was to get three As at A-level and then study veterinary science at uni. Then I got pregnant and it ruined everything.”

“You got pregnant?”

My cigarette has gone out so I lean over and flick the butt into the bin. “I was seventeen. I’d had the same boyfriend – Ben – for a year and we got drunk one night and didn’t bother with a condom. I took the morning-after pill the next day but … it didn’t work.”

“So you had a baby?”