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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

Jason doesn’t appear to have heard me speaking to him. Looking preoccupied, he dumps his computer bag and his mobile on the hall table and searches through his pockets. ‘Haven’t seen my wallet, have you?’ he asks, a frown crossing his face.

‘On the dressing table,’ I supply. ‘I found it in the bathroom this morning. You must have left it in there last night.’

‘Oh, right. Cheers,’ Jason says distractedly, and turns back to the stairs.

‘Are you going into the office?’ I ask him again, as he bounds up them.

‘Yes, sorry,’ Jason calls back. ‘Mark’s made some headway with the software problem. I’m hoping we’ll be able to video link with the client later. Are you okay with that?’

‘Yes, fine,’ I assure him, hiding my disappointment and mentally crossing my fingers for him. ‘You did say you would go to the park and play football with the kids, but I’m sure they won’t mind me as a substitute.’

‘Damn!’ Jason turns at the top of the stairs. ‘I forgot.’ He shrugs guiltily. ‘Do you mind?’

‘No problem.’ I smile. I’m determined to make sure Holly and Josh do stuff that doesn’t involve looking at a screen: outdoor things, preferably – everything from planting a bulb and watching it grow to flying a kite. Jason will probably be glad to be off the hook. As the park backs onto Mum and Dad’s house, I usually drop in whenever we go, and I know Jason would hate every minute.

‘Apart from the fact that Mum can’t play football,’ Holly pipes up from the kitchen.

‘Thanks for the vote of confidence, Holly.’ I sigh and eye the ceiling. ‘I was going to suggest we make an afternoon of it and go to Coffee and Cupcakes, but I’m not sure you deserve cupcakes now.’

‘But she’s brilliant in goal,’ Holly adds hastily.

Shaking his head, Jason laughs. ‘Good move, Holly,’ he says. ‘You’re sure?’ he asks me. Even from the foot of the stairs, I can see his dark, all-telling eyes are clouded with concern. I’m grateful that, after last night, he still cares. Glad he’s still fighting.

‘Of course. They are my children, for my sins.’ Urging him on, I turn towards the kitchen, aiming to grab him a couple of cereal bars, since he won’t have eaten. And then I step back as the landline rings.

‘I’ve got it,’ Jason shouts.