Chapters (81)
- Cover
- Praise for Tess Stimson
- Dedication
- part one
- chapter 01
- chapter 02
- chapter 03
- chapter 04
- chapter 05
- chapter 06
- chapter 07
- chapter 08
- chapter 09
- chapter 10
- chapter 11
- chapter 12
- chapter 13
- chapter 14
- chapter 15
- chapter 16
- chapter 17
- chapter 18
- chapter 19
- chapter 20
- chapter 21
- chapter 22
- chapter 23
- chapter 24
- chapter 25
- chapter 26
- chapter 27
- chapter 28
- chapter 29
- chapter 30
- chapter 31
- chapter 32
- chapter 33
- chapter 34
- chapter 35
- chapter 36
- part two
- chapter 37
- chapter 38
- chapter 39
- chapter 40
- chapter 41
- chapter 42
- chapter 43
- chapter 44
- chapter 45
- chapter 46
- chapter 47
- chapter 48
- chapter 49
- part three
- chapter 50
- chapter 51
- chapter 52
- chapter 53
- chapter 54
- chapter 55
- chapter 56
- chapter 57
- chapter 58
- chapter 59
- chapter 60
- chapter 61
- chapter 62
- chapter 63
- chapter 64
- chapter 65
- chapter 66
- chapter 67
- chapter 68
- part four
- chapter 69
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- Keep Reading …
- About the Author
- By the same author:
- About the Publisher
Except she’s nearly fifteen years younger than me, and I’m hardly a sex symbol: more Gérard Depardieu than Timothée Chalamet. Even if I didn’t love my wife, I’m not that much of an old fool. Whatever daddy issues Harper has going on, a fling with me isn’t going to solve her problems.
‘You were really nice to me at the gala,’ she says earnestly. ‘You didn’t have to be. Everyone else looked down their noses, but you treated me like I was just as good as them. No, they did,’ she adds, as I start to protest. ‘It’s OK, it doesn’t bother me. I’m not doing this for me. I’m doing it for my boys. I want them to have a better start than I did, you know?’
‘I do know,’ I say.
‘Kyle thinks we shouldn’t get above ourselves,’ Harper says, pulling a face as she draws quotes in the air around the words. ‘He thinks if something was good enough for us, it should be good enough for our kids.’
‘You don’t?’
‘I’ve been hustling my whole life and what I do, it’s not a great career but it’s not nothing,’ she says. ‘I want more for the boys. Good schools. Connections. Maybe they won’t turn out to be very clever, but if they are, I want them to feel like they can be anything they choose. Lawyers and doctors and that.’
‘Is that what you wanted? To be a doctor?’
She picks up her mug of coffee, and wraps both her hands around it. ‘I grew up in a car,’ she says, after a long moment. ‘Well, a few cars, really. Sometimes a van, depending on what Mum’s latest boyfriend was driving. Now and then we’d wind up in a shelter or a B&B, and I’d go to school for a few weeks. Once, I even made it through an entire term.’ She puts the mug back down on the counter without drinking from it. ‘I didn’t have friends, because we were never in one place long enough. Mum killed herself when I was fifteen, and my dad was an addict who OD’d before I was even born. I’m not telling you because I want you to feel sorry for me,’ she adds quickly. ‘But maybe if things had been different, I could’ve got some exams. I could’ve been different.’
I guess that explains the daddy issues. She and Millie have more in common than I imagined: parental addiction, neglect, suicide – Millie’s mother took the better part of two decades to starve herself to death after her dad died, but her story ended in the same place as Harper’s mother’s.