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Chapters (52)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. OCTOBER 2014 London, UK
  4. PART ONE
  5. FEBRUARY 1976 London, UK
  6. JUNE 2016 Montreux, Switzerland
  7. FEBRUARY 1976 London, UK
  8. JUNE 2016 Montreux, Switzerland
  9. MARCH 1976 Lausanne, Switzerland
  10. JUNE 2016 Montreux, Switzerland
  11. MARCH 1976 Lausanne, Switzerland
  12. JUNE 2016 Montreux, Switzerland
  13. MARCH 1976 Lausanne/Bern, Switzerland
  14. JUNE 2016 Lausanne, Switzerland
  15. MARCH 1976 London, UK
  16. JUNE 2016 Montreux, Switzerland
  17. MARCH 1976 London, UK
  18. PART TWO
  19. APRIL 1976 London, UK
  20. JUNE 2016 Montreux, Switzerland
  21. APRIL 1976 Oxfordshire/London, UK
  22. JULY 2016 Montreux, Switzerland
  23. MAY 1976 London, UK
  24. JULY 2016 Montreux, Switzerland
  25. MAY 1976 London, UK
  26. JULY 2016 Montreux, Switzerland
  27. JUNE 1976 London, UK
  28. JULY 2016 Lausanne/Montreux, Switzerland
  29. JUNE 1976 Lausanne, Switzerland
  30. JULY 2016 Thun/Reichenbach, Switzerland
  31. JULY 1976 London, UK
  32. AUGUST 2016 Montreux, Switzerland
  33. PART THREE
  34. AUGUST 1976 London, UK
  35. AUGUST 2016 Lausanne, Switzerland
  36. SEPTEMBER 1976 Lausanne, Switzerland
  37. AUGUST 2016 Montreux, Switzerland
  38. SEPTEMBER 1976 Lausanne, Switzerland
  39. AUGUST 2016 Montreux, Switzerland
  40. SEPTEMBER 1976 Lausanne, Switzerland
  41. AUGUST 2016 Montreux/Lutry, Switzerland
  42. SEPTEMBER 1976 Lausanne, Switzerland
  43. AUGUST 2016 Lutry, Switzerland
  44. SEPTEMBER 1976 Lausanne, Switzerland
  45. AUGUST 2016 Lutry, Switzerland
  46. OCTOBER 1976 London, UK
  47. AUGUST 2016 Vevey, Switzerland
  48. SEPTEMBER 2016 London, UK
  49. Author’s Note
  50. Acknowledgements
  51. More from the Author
  52. About the Author

He starts to cry, but stops again abruptly when the singers take to the stage. Luca’s little face fixates on them, eyes wide, mouth open, as they begin to sing in rich, deep, perfectly blended harmonies. I lean back and close my eyes, trying to switch off thoughts of Daniel Buchs and Nina and Dad. I haven’t slept well since I’ve been here, often waking in the early hours and tussling with the thoughts dancing round my head as light gradually seeps in through the slits in the shutters. But now the rhythms and sonorous voices of the singers on stage fill up my head until there’s no room for anything else. Just music, and the warmth of the sun on my skin and the cool grass under my legs.

‘Jess!’

I feel a tap on my shoulder and open my eyes, squinting into the sun. My head feels groggy and there’s a bitter taste in my mouth.

‘Jess,’ Léa says again. ‘Where’s Luca?’

I look up and see he’s not there with us. During the time we’ve been in the park the grass has filled up with people and I start to panic. How long was I asleep? And where the hell has Luca gone?

‘You didn’t see him wander off?’

Léa shakes her head.

‘Promise me you’ll stay right here and don’t move at all.’

The tone of my voice shakes her face into a frown and she nods meekly. ‘I promise.’

I leave Léa on the picnic rug and pick my way through the crowd to the edge of the park, past the portaloos and onto the waterfront promenade. My heart’s hammering and nausea rolls through me. I can’t lose Julia and Michel’s son. I stop and look around me, trying to take deep breaths. He can’t have gone far. Think logically. But my head feels thick with sleep, and my eyes are streaming from the sun because I left my sunglasses on the rug with Léa. And now I’m thinking I shouldn’t have left Léa on her own and what kind of a bloody nanny am I anyway?

Maybe he’s near the ice-cream stands. That must be it. My panic eases a little as I weave my way through the crowds with a purpose now, heading to the stand where Luca had stopped me and pulled on my hand, pleading for strawberry cheesecake flavour. But he’s not there.