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Chapters (67)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. PROLOGUE
  4. PART ONE
  5. ONE
  6. TWO
  7. THREE
  8. FOUR
  9. FIVE
  10. SIX
  11. SEVEN
  12. EIGHT
  13. NINE
  14. TEN
  15. ELEVEN
  16. TWELVE
  17. THIRTEEN
  18. FOURTEEN
  19. FIFTEEN
  20. SIXTEEN
  21. SEVENTEEN
  22. PART TWO
  23. EIGHTEEN
  24. NINETEEN
  25. TWENTY
  26. TWENTY-ONE
  27. TWENTY-TWO
  28. TWENTY-THREE
  29. TWENTY-FOUR
  30. TWENTY-FIVE
  31. TWENTY-SIX
  32. TWENTY-SEVEN
  33. TWENTY-EIGHT
  34. TWENTY-NINE
  35. PART THREE
  36. THIRTY
  37. THIRTY-ONE
  38. THIRTY-TWO
  39. THIRTY-THREE
  40. THIRTY-FOUR
  41. THIRTY-FIVE
  42. THIRTY-SIX
  43. THIRTY-SEVEN
  44. THIRTY-EIGHT
  45. THIRTY-NINE
  46. PART FOUR
  47. FORTY
  48. FORTY-ONE
  49. FORTY-TWO
  50. FORTY-THREE
  51. FORTY-FOUR
  52. FORTY-FIVE
  53. FORTY-SIX
  54. FORTY-SEVEN
  55. FORTY-EIGHT
  56. FORTY-NINE
  57. FIFTY
  58. FIFTY-ONE
  59. FIFTY-TWO
  60. FIFTY-THREE
  61. FIFTY-FOUR
  62. EPILOGUE
  63. Mailing list
  64. A Letter from Kathryn
  65. Acknowledgements
  66. About the Author
  67. Also by Kathryn Croft

I know what we did was wrong, I’ve been telling myself that ever since it happened. But it was impossible to keep my hands off you. I needed you, Abby, and I think you needed me too. Can we talk? Please. Properly this time. I’m ashamed of how I acted, and what I did, when we last saw each other and I want to make it up to you.

Please reply to this.

She reads it again, and then a third time, until the words begin swimming before her, a jumbled pattern, something frightening, yet she wants desperately to bring them to life.

She makes invisible circles with the mouse, watching the cursor spin around until it lands on the reply button. Of course she doesn’t click on it, instead shutting the laptop down and placing it back in the drawer.

The chance to reply has passed. It is far too late for that now.

FIFTEEN

Sienna

Day three. With each passing hour it gets harder to deal with. There’s a bomb beneath her, and the threat that she’ll set it off is there with every step she takes.

In a few moments she’ll be face to face with Holly, the woman Greg loved, and she can’t quite grasp that this is real. She’s rarely been within a metre of her. Whenever she’s dropped Jackson off, or picked him up, all she glimpses of Holly is her tall frame in the doorway. There’s always a friendly nod from her before Sienna closes the door, but Holly has never felt the need to speak to her. Holly has moved on from Greg; it’s clear that she couldn’t care less what he does with his personal life. This should have made it easier for Sienna to deal with, but it hasn’t. Greg didn’t want his marriage to end. Sienna is his second choice.

It’s late morning, and she’s taken a gamble that Holly will be at work. She’s a mortgage broker, her office nestled between a florist shop and a bakery on Richmond High Street. Sienna pushes through the doors with every ounce of confidence she can muster. Will Holly even speak to her? She can’t see why not when there’s been no animosity between them, and Holly’s always happy for Jackson to spend time with Sienna.

Before she can approach anyone to ask for her, Holly appears, walking towards Sienna with a warm smile on her face. Then recognition hits, and a frown replaces her smile.

‘Sienna? What’s going on?’

‘Is there somewhere we can talk?’ She looks around the open-plan office. It can’t be here. ‘In private?’