Chapters (100)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Note to Readers
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Part One
- 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
- Part Two
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Part Three
- 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
- Part Four
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- 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
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Chapter Sixty
- Chapter Sixty-One
- Chapter Sixty-Two
- Chapter Sixty-Three
- Chapter Sixty-Four
- Chapter Sixty-Five
- Chapter Sixty-Six
- Chapter Sixty-Seven
- Chapter Sixty-Eight
- Chapter Sixty-Nine
- Chapter Seventy
- Chapter Seventy-One
- Chapter Seventy-Two
- Chapter Seventy-Three
- Chapter Seventy-Four
- Chapter Seventy-Five
- Chapter Seventy-Six
- Part Five
- Chapter Seventy-Seven
- Chapter Seventy-Eight
- Chapter Seventy-Nine
- Chapter Eighty
- Part Six
- Chapter Eighty-One
- Chapter Eighty-Two
- Chapter Eighty-Three
- Author’s Note
- Book Club Questions for The Life We Almost Had
- Acknowledgements
- Extract
- Chapter One
- About the Publisher
What if he knows I’ve been questioning my love for him?
Five
I can’t breathe in the machine.
Four
My heart is racing too fast.
Three
I want to stop. I’ve changed my mind.
Two
I have to know.
One
Adam, I’m coming for you.
Chapter Forty-Three
Oliver
Oliver stares at the scanner through the window, his senses on high alert as he listens for signs that something is happening, watching to ensure Anna isn’t trying to climb out of the machine in panic, but she is still and silent.
‘Sofia?’ he asks quietly. He knows his assistant is studying the computer screen, while he stares through the window – he can’t tear his eyes away from the machine in the other room.
‘There’s nothing.’
‘Nothing as in it’s not recording or nothing as in the equipment isn’t doing what we thought?’
‘Either? Both? I can’t tell.’
‘What are you seeing?’
‘Darkness. Nothing but darkness. But we can’t expect it all to run smoothly the first time, can we? You know what Edison said: “I haven’t failed, I’ve just found ten thousand ways that didn’t work.” Let’s leave her for the thirty minutes and see if anything changes.’
But it doesn’t.
The computer screen remains black.
Chapter Forty-Four
Anna
My head is spinning. I’m dazed, disorientated. There’s a sense of having been picked up and dropped somewhere else entirely, and in a way I have. I am back at home in the UK. In bed. On the wall is the black and white framed photo of our wedding day. Adam’s forehead touching mine. My flower crown circling my head. On the bed next to me, my husband.
‘Adam.’ I burst into noisy tears.
‘Hey.’ He scoops me into his arms. At first I am stiff. Scared that if I move, Oliver will take it as a signal that I want to be brought back but I can feel my body is still, the movement only in my mind.
Adam’s mind.
The place where we’ve met in the middle.
I cling to him and he rhythmically strokes my back.
‘It’s okay,’ he says, but that only makes me cry harder. It isn’t okay. It isn’t okay at all. I try to calm myself. I’ve lost all concept of time, unsure how long I’ve been here. How long I have before I’m back in the Institute with my husband. My husband who can’t talk, laugh, move. Who can’t press me close to his body and whisper my name into my hair. I don’t want to waste a single second.