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
‘I’d offer to get coffees, but I really am short of time,’ Greg says, making a point of looking at his watch. His initial confidence has waned, and Abby hopes now he might be ready to deal with the consequences of last night.
‘Look,’ he begins, before she says a word, ‘I apologise for my drunken state last night. It’s all a bit of a blur to be honest.’ He searches her face. Is he trying to work out exactly what she remembers? Is he hoping that she won’t recall enough of it? ‘And I’m sorry I left without saying anything,’ he continues. ‘You were still asleep, and I had to get here as early as I could. You won’t believe how hectic it is at the moment.’
She doesn’t know how true this is; it seems more likely that he’s running. Hiding. ‘You need to talk to Sienna,’ she says. Twenty-four hours ago she would never have believed she’d be talking to Sienna’s husband this way, making demands of him. All lines have been blurred. She doesn’t add anything further; discussing details isn’t necessary. She just needs Greg to be honest with her friend.
He frowns and leans back in his chair. ‘Talk to her about what exactly?’
So this is the game he wants to play. ‘You know what I’m talking about, Greg. Please don’t make me repeat it. We need to tell her.’
‘Abby, I’m not sure why you’ve come all this way here, but I really don’t understand.’ He is so believable, so genuinely flummoxed that doubt creeps in.
‘Tell Sienna the truth,’ she says. She decides she must soften her tone; perhaps this is how she’ll get through to him. ‘Please, Greg, you have to. She needs to know everything.’
‘You shouldn’t have come here, Abby.’ There is no acknowledgement of anything. No guilt or shame.
She needs to try harder; there’s got to be a way to get through to him. Greg has always seemed reasonable, although that was before she really knew him. ‘I came here because I care about Sienna,’ she tells him. Her friend needs to know, even if it means causing her pain. ‘There’s no way I can live with myself, keeping this a secret. I won’t do it, Greg.’
Greg stands. ‘Abby, I really think you should stay away from us. Okay? Just stay away.’
As he leaves, she calls after him, no longer caring that people will hear. ‘If you don’t do it then I will!’
He doesn’t even turn around.