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
‘Is it strange seeing me like this?’ Sienna asks, as if she can read Abby’s thoughts. ‘I’m nothing like the woman you first met, am I?’
Abby considers how to answer this. ‘I think we all have different sides to us,’ she says. ‘And they probably present at different times.’
Sienna frowns. ‘That makes it sound like a personality disorder. That’s not me, Abby.’
Her defensiveness catches Abby off guard; she hasn’t accused her of anything. ‘I know. I just meant that—’
‘You know, when I was in school, I was so desperate to fit in. I’ve never told you this, but my mum was having an affair for years and she left my dad to be with this other man. I know what you’re thinking – this kind of thing happens all the time, right? But can you believe she actually left me with my dad and went to live in France with Mike?’ She pauses for a moment, perhaps picturing it in her mind, reliving that time. ‘I got to spend school holidays there, until that phased out and then I only saw her about once a year when I was older. I missed her, of course, but do you know what was sometimes even harder to deal with? Being at school and feeling like some abnormal freak because my mum had run off. Nothing like that had happened to anyone else.’
‘I’m so sorry – I had no idea.’
‘Well, it’s not something I advertise. I just wanted you to understand me a bit more. That I’m not just this frivolous woman who doesn’t have a care in the world. I don’t just exist for people’s amusement, to help them live a bit.’
Guilt grasps hold of Abby, squeezing her tightly. ‘I would never have put you in a box like that. I know there’s so much more to you.’ But isn’t that exactly what Abby has done? Hasn’t she come to depend on Sienna and enjoy being around her for just that reason? Before the dinner party she’d barely even tried to get to know her on a deeper level than just enjoying her company. It hadn’t been a calculated thing, just something subconscious she’d given no thought to. What did that say about her?
‘I suppose it’s my fault,’ Sienna continues. ‘I don’t really let people get to know me beyond what’s on the surface, so I can’t blame you.’ She takes a sip of her coffee. It must be cold by now. ‘Anyway, I made a conscious effort to become this person who fitted in. I learned to make people laugh, to lift them up, and it overshadowed all the pain I felt.’
‘Sienna, it’s great that you can see all this, that you have such self-awareness.’ Why is she telling Abby this? Why now?