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  1. THE MISSING WIFE
  2. PRAISE FOR SAM CARRINGTON
  3. Dedication
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  57. THE EPILOGUE
  58. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  59. Prologue
  60. Chapter One
  61. Chapter Two
  62. About the Author
  63. By the same author
  64. About the Publisher

‘Let it all out, dear.’ He patted her back, just like her dad used to do to comfort her when she was little. More regret tore through her. She made a silent promise to make sure she went to see her mum and dad this week. Life was too short to have family feuds ruin what time she had left with her parents.

‘Sorry,’ Louisa said pulling away and swiping at her eyes with her jumper sleeve. ‘It’s been a long weekend.’ It’d been a long few weeks, but she refrained from telling him that.

‘Losing people close to you is devastating, and I’m afraid nothing I or anyone else tells you is going to change that. You just have to remember to let things out – don’t bottle up your feelings; that doesn’t do you any good. The hurt, the pain, it festers if you don’t let it out.’

She smiled at him, thanking him for his kind words. Then she poured herself a large glass of wine and downed it in a few, large gulps.

Pain wasn’t the only thing that could fester if you didn’t let it go.

Guilt and lies – they’d do the same.

40

THE FOOTAGE

Monday a.m. – Day 17 post-party

When Louisa had climbed into bed just after midnight, she’d been so exhausted both mentally and physically that she hoped she’d sleep regardless. But Noah had other ideas. He’d been more unsettled than ever before and Louisa’s ability to soothe him, whilst it had never seemed to be great, was particularly useless. The thoughts, the worry, the grief, all added to her own stress levels – and together with her current dark mood, it was obviously enough for Noah to pick up on.

And then there was the guilt.

That would eat through her consciousness; that would prevent her being able to come through this latest trauma the same person as before. Two weeks ago all she’d had to worry about was the difficulties that came with being an older mum, coping with endless sleepless nights. A short space of time later, she had a murder on her conscience, a missing person, and the death of her best friend – a death she was convinced she could have helped prevent. Adding to that the fact Louisa had accused Tiff of having an affair with either Brian or Oliver, and it became clear to her that so much had happened, so much had changed, the life she knew was never coming back.

It was whether she could adapt to the one she’d created that was the big question. Louisa thought she knew the answer, but it was very depressing and not really an option.