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Chapters (81)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for Tess Stimson
  3. Dedication
  4. part one
  5. chapter 01
  6. chapter 02
  7. chapter 03
  8. chapter 04
  9. chapter 05
  10. chapter 06
  11. chapter 07
  12. chapter 08
  13. chapter 09
  14. chapter 10
  15. chapter 11
  16. chapter 12
  17. chapter 13
  18. chapter 14
  19. chapter 15
  20. chapter 16
  21. chapter 17
  22. chapter 18
  23. chapter 19
  24. chapter 20
  25. chapter 21
  26. chapter 22
  27. chapter 23
  28. chapter 24
  29. chapter 25
  30. chapter 26
  31. chapter 27
  32. chapter 28
  33. chapter 29
  34. chapter 30
  35. chapter 31
  36. chapter 32
  37. chapter 33
  38. chapter 34
  39. chapter 35
  40. chapter 36
  41. part two
  42. chapter 37
  43. chapter 38
  44. chapter 39
  45. chapter 40
  46. chapter 41
  47. chapter 42
  48. chapter 43
  49. chapter 44
  50. chapter 45
  51. chapter 46
  52. chapter 47
  53. chapter 48
  54. chapter 49
  55. part three
  56. chapter 50
  57. chapter 51
  58. chapter 52
  59. chapter 53
  60. chapter 54
  61. chapter 55
  62. chapter 56
  63. chapter 57
  64. chapter 58
  65. chapter 59
  66. chapter 60
  67. chapter 61
  68. chapter 62
  69. chapter 63
  70. chapter 64
  71. chapter 65
  72. chapter 66
  73. chapter 67
  74. chapter 68
  75. part four
  76. chapter 69
  77. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  78. Keep Reading …
  79. About the Author
  80. By the same author:
  81. 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.