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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

Nina didn’t like to be reminded of her father’s lofty attitude towards Tess. Nor did she like to dwell on his mistaken belief that she was sharing a flat with three friends from college. ‘I hear you,’ she said. ‘I know I’m a coward, but I wanted to get away without any trouble.’

‘Relax, I’m only playing with you. It can’t be much fun for you either. Are you not running out of stories about the three Marys or whatever they’re called?’

‘Orla, Cathy and Gráinne,’ said Nina, with a laugh. ‘And, no, I’m fine at the moment.’

‘Lovely girls, no doubt.’

‘Oh, the loveliest.’

The two rarely discussed how Nina’s father had treated Tess. They followed the long tradition of saying everything apart from what ought to be said. Sometimes, however, it hung between them, heavy as lead. Nina was well aware that she ought to take a stand. It was time she told her parents that she was old enough to choose her own friends. This was what she’d tell anyone else to do, and she wasn’t proud of her hypocrisy.

‘Does my dad’s behaviour still get to you?’ she asked.

‘Yeah, it does,’ said Tess, who then stopped, like she was thinking through what had happened. ‘I’ll never forget calling to your door and being told to vamoose. I remember standing there, the snow tipping down around me, thinking, What do I do now? I didn’t want to tell Mam because I figured she’d storm up to your father and chew the ear off him … or else she’d get upset. I’d had to talk to her about being in the shed, so she was already mad with me. Not for the smoking – that didn’t surprise her – but for messing up the investigation. She’s always had a soft spot for Conor’s dad.’ Tess blew a twist of smoke towards the ceiling. ‘Of course I had to tell her eventually because she kept asking why we didn’t see you any more.’

‘What did she say?’

‘Not a lot. She went to her room. After an hour or so, she came back down with an inch of make-up on her. At first, I thought she was going out on the town. Then I realised she’d been crying. I didn’t know what to say so I told her I was sorry, and then she got upset all over again.’

‘You should have told me before now.’