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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

‘Were you arguing?’ I hear Josh ask his dad as they reach the hall, his voice small and uncertain. And my stomach clenches inside me as I realise my sensitive boy senses it too.

Four

JASON

‘All good?’ Jason asked, as Josh scrambled back into bed.

‘Yup.’ Josh nodded quickly, looking happier for the man talk they’d had while they’d made hot chocolate together. Jason hadn’t lied to him. He told him that yes, he and Karla had been arguing when they should have been sleeping – about his working hours, he’d said, rather than their sex life, or lack of. He’d assured Josh that they would make up. He wasn’t sure they would, however, unless he caved in and did what Karla wanted and went grovelling to her father. Josh had seemed placated. The kid was a worrier. Intuitive, too. The last thing Jason wanted was his son lying awake thinking he was going to be part of a single-parent family.

Jason reached to help as Josh managed to get his feet tied up in his duvet, then waited for him to wriggle down under it and tucked it up to his chin. ‘Might be an idea to put the glasses away safely, mate.’ He nodded towards where they were perched on the edge of his bedside locker. ‘Don’t want to end up knocking them off and breaking them, do you?’

‘Oops.’ Josh smiled and plucked them up. He’d hated the things up until a couple of years back. He’d previously had to wear an eye patch to correct his lazy eye, and he hadn’t understood why the doctors couldn’t correct his short-sightedness, so Jason could hardly blame him for being fed up. He was stuck with the glasses, but at least now he didn’t feel so much like a ‘goggle-eyed freak’ – as some of his shitty little classmates at school had referred to him.

Thank God for Harry Potter, Jason thought, watching as his son inspected the glasses for smears before picking up his box, placing them carefully inside and returning them to his locker. ‘Night, tiger,’ he said, ruffling his hair as he snuggled back down again. ‘Sleep tight.’

‘Night, Dad.’ His eyes growing heavy already – unsurprisingly, since it was now past one in the morning – Josh yawned widely. ‘Kiss Mum for me,’ he mumbled.

‘I will,’ Jason promised, glad that Josh wasn’t shying away from showing affection. He doubted Karla would be very receptive to him kissing her though, since she’d turned him down flat when he’d tried to reach out to her. Maybe he should hone up his skills on the dance floor, he mused cynically.