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Chapters (60)
  1. Cover
  2. Books by Sheryl Browne
  3. Dedication
  4. KARLA
  5. One
  6. Two
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Sixteen
  21. Seventeen
  22. Eighteen
  23. Nineteen
  24. Twenty
  25. Twenty-One
  26. Twenty-Two
  27. Twenty-Three
  28. Twenty-Four
  29. Twenty-Five
  30. Twenty-Six
  31. Twenty-Seven
  32. Twenty-Eight
  33. Twenty-Nine
  34. Thirty
  35. Thirty-One
  36. Thirty-Two
  37. Thirty-Three
  38. Thirty-Four
  39. Thirty-Five
  40. Thirty-Six
  41. Thirty-Seven
  42. Thirty-Eight
  43. Thirty-Nine
  44. Forty
  45. Forty-One
  46. Forty-Two
  47. Forty-Three
  48. Forty-Four
  49. Forty-Five
  50. Forty-Six
  51. Forty-Seven
  52. Forty-Eight
  53. Epilogue
  54. The Affair
  55. Hear more from Sheryl
  56. Books by Sheryl Browne
  57. A Letter from Sheryl
  58. The Babysitter
  59. The Second Wife
  60. Acknowledgements

‘I might have known,’ Karla mumbled eventually, her tone now considerably peeved. She pulled herself away from the kitchen counter.

‘Known what?’ Feeling more than a little pissed off himself, Jason watched her walk to the hall.

Karla stopped, whirling back around to face him. ‘That you would do this. Anything to try to avoid the real problem.’

Jason squinted at her in disbelief. ‘I’m not trying to avoid anything, Karla. Trust me, I know what the problem is: me, clearly.’

‘Oh, this is ridiculous,’ Karla snapped. ‘I try to have a sensible discussion with you about our financial situation and you start acting like a temperamental adolescent.’

Well, that pretty much summed up her opinion of him. There really was no point talking to her, was there? Jason stared at her, disbelieving. ‘Fine, whatever. Think what you like about me. What your father is, though – that’s fact, Karla. Ask some of the women who work with him. Ask your mother’s friend’s daughter. He was standing so close to her at the bar, he was practically breathing down her neck.’

‘I don’t want to!’ Karla glared at him, her eyes blazing. ‘He’s my dad, Jason! What do you want me to do?’

Jason had no idea how to answer that.

‘There’s nothing I can do, don’t you see? But I can do something about this. About us.’ She scanned his face, her expression now beseeching. ‘Why do you do this every time I try to talk to you? I don’t understand.’

Jason took a tight breath. ‘No,’ he said, more quietly, ‘and I don’t understand why you think I would want to be indebted to the man, Karla. Honestly, I don’t.’

Karla said nothing for a second, and then, ‘I can’t do this, Jason. Not tonight. I’m tired.’

Me too, he thought. Very. He sighed heavily behind her as she walked away.

Three

KARLA

I feel the dip in the bed as Jason climbs in beside me. Desperate to avoid further argument, or worse, obviously not speaking, I’m tempted for a second to feign sleep, but I think he probably knows me well enough to know when I’m faking it. But he doesn’t know me, I remind myself. Not all of me. Not the secret I keep.