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Chapters (59)
  1. Copyright Page
  2. About the Author
  3. Also by
  4. Praise
  5. About the Book
  6. Dedication
  7. Part One
  8. Chapter 1
  9. Chapter 2
  10. Chapter 3
  11. Chapter 4
  12. Chapter 5
  13. Chapter 6
  14. Chapter 7
  15. Chapter 8
  16. Chapter 9
  17. Chapter 10
  18. Chapter 11
  19. Chapter 12
  20. Chapter 13
  21. Chapter 14
  22. Chapter 15
  23. Chapter 16
  24. Chapter 17
  25. Chapter 18
  26. Chapter 19
  27. Chapter 20
  28. Chapter 21
  29. Chapter 22
  30. Part Two
  31. Chapter 23
  32. Chapter 24
  33. Chapter 25
  34. Chapter 26
  35. Chapter 27
  36. Chapter 28
  37. Chapter 29
  38. Chapter 30
  39. Chapter 31
  40. Chapter 32
  41. Chapter 33
  42. Chapter 34
  43. Chapter 35
  44. Chapter 36
  45. Chapter 37
  46. Chapter 38
  47. Chapter 39
  48. Chapter 40
  49. Chapter 41
  50. Chapter 42
  51. Chapter 43
  52. Chapter 44
  53. Chapter 45
  54. Chapter 46
  55. Acknowledgements
  56. Discover more from Rachael English . . .
  57. Prologue
  58. Part One
  59. Chapter 1

This next part is difficult, so you’ll have to forgive me if it’s not too articulate. Your friendship has always been important to me. Even when my life was rough, and my mother was depressed, I used to believe that everything was all right because Nina Minogue was my pal. If Nina likes me, I’d think, I must be okay. Since I’ve become well known, I’ve been on the lookout for people claiming I’ve changed. In some ways, I have. But these past few weeks have taught me that the one who’s changed most is you. Or perhaps I got you wrong. Perhaps you were always the spoilt little rich girl, and I didn’t see it.

One other thing: I should let you know that Mam has told me everything about my father. Over the years the two of us spent so much time discussing who he might be, I could never have imagined not sharing the news with you. Hopefully, one day, we’ll be able to discuss it, but right now I don’t know when that day will be.

That’s all I’ve got to say. Please don’t try to contact me. I have no interest in talking to you.

Tess

Nina wanted never to read the letter again. Neither was she able to throw it away. She hid it at the back of a drawer. She tried to convince herself that Tess had written it in a moment of fury, yet in her heart she knew the letter was more considered than that. It sounded so formal. So cold. ‘It doesn’t matter,’ she said. ‘It doesn’t matter.’

It mattered. For three, four hours she lay on the bed. She’d never been so cold. When the phone rang, she didn’t answer. Strangely, she didn’t cry.

She asked herself what would have happened if Fergal hadn’t seen her that afternoon in Rathmines. Would her fling with Julian have fizzled out? Would she have stayed with Tom? Staying with him would have been easy. Easier than this, certainly. But would it have been right? ‘Stop it,’ she said. ‘You can’t turn back now.’

That evening, as the dark gathered around her and sleet rattled against the window, it struck Nina that she was cut off from Kilmitten.

When Julian returned, she didn’t tell him about the letter. She feared he’d urge her to ignore Tess’s instructions, to call and keep on calling, and she didn’t want the pressure. She’d have to deal with it, but not now.