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
‘That’s fantastic!’ Her face broke into a grin. ‘So you could fall pregnant any day now?’
I swallowed around the lump in my throat. ‘No. We’ve decided to wait. We’re so young and I want to at least be head of department before I take maternity leave, if not deputy head. There’s no rush.’ My smile was so fake, my face in danger of shattering.
‘Oh,’ she said. ‘I get that your career’s important and I know you want to follow in your dad’s footsteps and make head teacher, but I thought—’
‘You thought wrong.’
She studied me for a moment. I maintained eye contact, certain she could see all of the pain inside me.
‘It’s enough for us to know that when the time is right, there’s no medical reason why we can’t conceive,’ I said.
She waited for me to say something and when I didn’t, she asked, ‘Are you sure there’s nothing wrong, Anna? You would tell me if there was?’
‘Of course.’ This time I couldn’t force a smile. ‘We share everything, don’t we?’
‘Always,’ she said. I understood her reason for not wanting to tell me she was pregnant but it smarted.
I felt something shift in our relationship. She was slipping away from me.
She had lied to me. I had lied to her.
Everything changed from that day forward. It wasn’t that I resented her but it hurt, every time she rubbed her bump, complained about backache, bad skin, morning sickness. I wanted it so badly. I wanted it all.
Alfie was born seven months later and I fell in love with him instantly. I told myself that it was enough being a surrogate auntie. I told myself not to feel jealous that Nell had made new friends, all part of the first-time mums’ club that I didn’t know if I would ever join. I tried to keep her in my life, but she was engulfed by sleepless nights and baby swimming and massage and yoga and a million other things that I didn’t know babies needed.
Nell accidentally fell pregnant again just three months later and it was hard. It was so bloody hard to maintain our friendship that I stopped trying. I didn’t know then the tragedy that waited for me ahead. I didn’t know then how much I would need her after that day.
How much Adam and I would both need her.
Chapter Sixteen
Anna
Five years. It had been almost five years since we married. Sixty long months in which I hadn’t been able to give Adam the thing he wanted. The thing we both wanted more than anything else.