Chapters (67)
- Cover
- Dedication
- PROLOGUE
- PART ONE
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- PART TWO
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- PART THREE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- PART FOUR
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- EPILOGUE
- Mailing list
- A Letter from Kathryn
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Also by Kathryn Croft
His smile demonstrates that he really believes this, and she wants to have his faith, but every day she checks online, her positivity evaporates when she finds no vacancies within commuting distance for a primary school deputy head. The summer term is nearly over, most of the positions for September having already been filled, and long, empty weeks loom before her. Abby doesn’t point out to Rob that it might be a whole year before a suitable position comes up. The truth is, her only option might be to take a step down and apply for a class teacher role instead, meaning all the work she’s put into her role at Box Hill School will be wasted.
Abby will never express her fears aloud to Rob. He is living his dream, and she will just have to put her own on hold for a while. Isn’t that what marriage is about? Sacrifices. Give and take. And all the other things people don’t talk about.
‘You’re right,’ she says to Rob. ‘I’ll find something soon. I’ll just have to make the most of this free time and get this house sorted.’ The thought fills her with anxiety. This is not what she wants to be doing: she should be planning for the autumn term.
They are eating Thai food – the usual Friday takeaway that has become a routine since moving house – and Rob offers her the last spring roll. ‘You’ve done loads here already,’ he says. And it’s true: Abby has painted every room and scrubbed every surface, eradicating all visible traces of the previous owners, but there is still plenty more to do. ‘You can’t do everything, Abby. I’ll get some free time soon so I can get stuck in too. It’s just a bit crazy at the moment while I’m finding my feet at the office. I’ll get used to this city life eventually, though.’
She has no doubt that he will; Rob seems able to adapt to pretty much anything, and his living in London as a student means this isn’t completely unfamiliar territory. Still, the late nights are taking their toll. On both of them.
‘Don’t worry about the house. I’ll get it sorted,’ Abby says. ‘You do whatever you have to do.’ She smiles. ‘Remember?’
Rob chuckles. Five years ago, at the beginning of their relationship, the two of them made a pact that neither would hold the other back from achieving their career goals. They would support and understand each other’s drive and determination, even though they are in different professions. Abby had only just turned thirty then and Rob had been a year older, so it was easy to focus on just their work and each other. It never crossed her mind to wonder whether this would ever change.