Chapters (80)
- Cover
- Praise for Debbie Howells
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- 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
‘You can’t change the past, Hollie. It’s happened. You have to move on,’ I begged her.
But her eyes were wild, desperate, as she stared at me. ‘He’s evil, Niamh … Look what he did to Dylan. We can’t let him get away with it. He has to pay.’
As she said that, I knew she was right. My father deserved to atone for his sins, for the cruelty inflicted on all of us. But an image of my mother’s face came to me. She’d suffered too much already. ‘You can’t hurt my mother,’ I said softly.
‘God, Niamh … this isn’t about your mother.’ Throwing her arms up in the air in an exaggerated show of frustration, Hollie turned her back on me and started walking away.
I felt rage explode in me then, that Hollie didn’t care about my mother or about me; that she had the power to destroy what remained of my family. ‘You don’t understand,’ I screamed, running at her, knocking her off her feet.
As she lurched sideways and fell, I heard her hit something. When she sat up, she rubbed her head. When she looked at her fingers, they were covered in blood. ‘Shit, Niamh.’ But her voice was subdued now. ‘We’d better go back.’
We’d reached the hedge by the pool when her steps became uneven. Suddenly, she lurched closer to the edge, then started to lose her balance, reaching out for something to grasp on to. I heard the wind gusting through the trees, saw the wildness in her eyes as they met mine. I wanted to reach out and grab her hands, but something stopped me.
It happened in a split second. She didn’t cry out as her head cracked against the side of the pool. Then her body hit the water beneath the leaves. In the dim light, I stood there as she floated for a moment, motionless. Around me, the wind was picking up force. Glancing up, I saw the clouds racing across the sky. When I looked back down towards the pool, the leaves had closed over the surface. Hollie had gone.
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