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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

What the bloody hell was Karla thinking, he thought angrily – and then pulled himself up sharply. He had no right to be angry. No business judging her. He might not have left physically, but emotionally he had, as Karla had pointedly reminded him. It was none of his business where she went or who with, she’d said before she’d gone out that night. In fact, she’d added, it would probably solve a few of his problems if she were found dead. Those words were ringing loud in his head now. It was almost two in the morning. Jason hoped she was only out dancing, ‘setting her spirit free’, as she called it. It was something she’d done regularly when they’d first met. She hadn’t done enough of it since she’d become, in her own words, a ‘boring wife and a mother’. In fact, they hadn’t done much of anything together since the children had been born. Was that her fault, she’d challenged him? The weeks had turned into months and the years had slipped by, him working all hours, Karla working too, and doing the stuff he wasn’t around to help with in between. Jason had never thought of her as boring. He’d thought of her as incredible: juggling her job and the kids far better than he ever could; supporting him when he made one bad business decision after another. He would never forgive himself if anything happened to her.

Trying to still the fear gnawing at the pit of his stomach, he went across to Holly to ease her earphones from her ears, careful not to get them tangled in her hair, which she’d spent an hour trying, and failing, to coax into a bun earlier. Placing them alongside her phone on her bedside table, he noted the bottle of nail polish. A pot of body glitter stuff she’d been given for her birthday was there too. Right next to that was a unicorn pendant, the sort eleven-year-old girls wear. Her bedroom was a stark reminder that she was approaching a fundamental milestone in her life. She was growing fast from a child into a young woman. The leopard print leggings and bare-shoulder crop top thrown on her wicker chair was evidence of that. It seemed like only yesterday he was holding her hand while she tested out her first pair of roller skates. She’d worn her long, blonde hair in a simple ponytail then, her cheeks always flushed with the excitement of childhood. Now she was getting into cool hairstyles and make-up – ‘sculpting her cheeks’, she’d told him when he’d caught her in front of the mirror.