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
‘But…’ I don’t know what to say. It’s like having the chance to create your ideal box of chocolates and yet putting in one that you hate. A rogue Turkish Delight amongst a plethora of strawberry creams and crunchy pralines. ‘I felt… I felt upset but I wanted to move past it quickly and make the most of the time we had. Is it odd it felt so real?’
‘No. Oliver hoped it would. That’s why he wanted a direct connection rather than viewing images through a computer. The ultimate virtual reality as though you were really there, experiencing it all. Anna.’ Eva leans forward. ‘You do know that this isn’t real? That this isn’t a permanent solution for you to be with Adam?’
‘Of course.’ But I can’t help second-guessing what my next experience will be like. The one after.
‘Oliver will only need you to repeat this a few times before he’ll need to find other participants. It can’t be a balanced trial with only your results.’
‘I know.’ Oliver keeps telling me this but every time it’s hard to hear. The thought of being shipped back to the UK and left to sit by Adam’s bed, wondering what he’s thinking while I wait for him to wake up, is unbearable.
Two years. Twelve years. Twenty years.
‘But you’re happy for me to try again?’ I ask.
‘If you’re up to it, then yes.’
I rush out of the room to find Oliver, a ‘thank you’ trailing in my wake, before Eva has even put the lid on her pen.
Again I am lying on the patient table next to Adam but this time I’m more excited than scared.
‘We’re almost ready,’ Sofia says. ‘We still haven’t got to the bottom of why the computer didn’t record so in the event that it happens again, we’re relying on you to remember as much as you can.’ She slips the goggles on me and then the headphones. The table slides into the scanner and I wait for Oliver to speak.
‘I’m going to count you down now, Anna,’ he says. I wait impatiently for the count of one.
I am back at home. In the bath. My fingers instantly stray to my stomach. I’m smiling when I feel my bump, under the coconut bubbles. I place both hands across my belly.