Chapters (80)
- Cover
- Praise for Debbie Howells
- Readers gave The Vow five stars …
- Dedication
- Niamh
- Chapter One
- Niamh
- Chapter Two
- Niamh
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Niamh
- Chapter Five
- Niamh
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Niamh
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Niamh
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Niamh
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Niamh
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Niamh
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Niamh
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Niamh
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Niamh
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Niamh
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Niamh
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Niamh
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Niamh
- Chapter Fifty
- Niamh
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Niamh
- Keep Reading …
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Also by Debbie Howells
- About the Publisher
‘Niamh …’ Beside her, I’m frozen. I’d been so convinced I was doing what we both wanted. Now, I don’t know what to say to her. ‘We’ll have a lovely home. It will be happy …’ I’m so desperate for her to believe me.
She sobs harder. ‘No …’
‘I don’t understand.’ I’m utterly bewildered. ‘He’s hateful to you, Niamh. To both of us.’ Or is it that she’s used to it? It’s what we’re both used to, after all. She doesn’t know any other way to be. The thought horrifies me, and I understand how blind I’ve been; how damaged she’s become because of me and Andrew. I sit on the edge of my daughter’s bed, thinking of what she’s seen and heard, how she’s lost her brother, and now Hollie, and in that moment, I recognise that she’s more frightened of Andrew than I’d known.
Niamh
Sometimes it isn’t possible not to hurt people. But life is a dilemma of impossible choices – between right and wrong, between what to tell and what must forever remain a secret.
Hollie knew that. Even when she wanted to put things right, she couldn’t. Too much had happened. The damage ran too deep.
My dilemma is my parents. The light shining in my mother’s eyes when she told me she’d found a cottage for us to move to. The happy life she imagines for the two of us, in which everything will change. Light that I know will be shattered by my father’s cruelty, his darkness. My father will find a way to stop her. He won’t let us leave. He’ll do anything, including hurt her, if that’s what it takes to make us stay.
There is no escape from my father. So, this is my dilemma. What matters most? Who is more important? Do I go with my mother, knowing my father will destroy her, or do I stay and let him destroy me instead?
I have to stop her. I have no choice, because otherwise he will kill her, just like he killed Dylan with the blunt words, the rejection, the hatred and the cruelty that leave no physical trace. Not that he’d admit it, instead blaming the pills my mother left out the morning Dylan took an overdose.
But she wasn’t the one who left them out. It was my father. He doesn’t care about lying, or who he hurts to get what he wants. He doesn’t care if people die. My father is capable of anything.