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Chapters (49)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for Robert Thorogood
  3. About the Author
  4. Also by Robert Thorogood
  5. Note to Readers
  6. Dedication
  7. Chapter 1
  8. Chapter 2
  9. Chapter 3
  10. Chapter 4
  11. Chapter 5
  12. Chapter 6
  13. Chapter 7
  14. Chapter 8
  15. Chapter 9
  16. Chapter 10
  17. Chapter 11
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Chapter 25
  32. Chapter 26
  33. Chapter 27
  34. Chapter 28
  35. Chapter 29
  36. Chapter 30
  37. Chapter 31
  38. Chapter 32
  39. Chapter 33
  40. Chapter 34
  41. Chapter 35
  42. Chapter 36
  43. Chapter 37
  44. Chapter 38
  45. Chapter 39
  46. Acknowledgements
  47. Extract
  48. Prologue
  49. About the Publisher

Although Sam was joking, both he and his mum knew that while Sam was a high-achieving student who liked to follow the rules, his sixteen-year-old sister Chloe was very much the opposite. All she wanted was to hang out with her friends and party. But then, in her moments of honesty, Becks knew that Chloe wasn’t doing anything that she hadn’t done at the same age, it’s just that her behaviour worried her sick.

Not that she really understood Sam, either. In the last year or so he’d become increasingly withdrawn, and as far as Becks could see, the only meaningful social interactions he had outside of school hours were with his hamster, who he doted on.

‘You look lovely, darling,’ the Reverend Colin Starling said as he entered the room wearing his black suit, bib and white collar.

‘How can you say that?’ Becks snapped. ‘These are my yoga clothes.’

Exasperated with her husband’s lack of sensitivity, Becks went upstairs to get changed. At some deep level she knew she’d behaved unreasonably, but she couldn’t shake her feeling of unease.

In the bedroom, she grabbed up her mobile phone to see if Chloe had been in touch. She hadn’t.

‘Becks?’ Colin called up from the bottom of the stairs. ‘You remember we’re having Major Tom Lewis and his wife over for dinner?’

Becks didn’t even bother to respond. Of course she knew they had guests for dinner. She’d been up at six that morning rubbing fennel into a belly of pork so it could have the full ten hours in the slow cooker. Even though Major Tom would be drunk before he arrived, and Mrs Lewis would criticise her by a whole set of criteria she’d only reveal once Becks had failed to meet them.

Becks couldn’t help thinking to herself, where had she gone wrong in her life? It wasn’t that she was unhappy. Far from it. But she wasn’t happy, either. Colin had been a banker when they’d first met, and although they’d both been regular churchgoers, he’d not expressed any interest in the ministry before they’d got married. It was only after Chloe was born that he began to have ‘doubts’ about all the lovely money he was making. And then, right after Sam’s arrival, when their need for money had spiralled, he’d had his ‘calling’. Being a good wife, Becks had supported her husband in his radical change of career from rich banker to country vicar.