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Chapters (35)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter 1
  4. Chapter 2
  5. Chapter 3
  6. Chapter 4
  7. Chapter 5
  8. Chapter 6
  9. Chapter 7
  10. Chapter 8
  11. Chapter 9
  12. Chapter 10
  13. Chapter 11
  14. Chapter 12
  15. Chapter 13
  16. Chapter 14
  17. Chapter 15
  18. Chapter 16
  19. Chapter 17
  20. Chapter 18
  21. Chapter 19
  22. Chapter 20
  23. Chapter 21
  24. Chapter 22
  25. Chapter 23
  26. Chapter 24
  27. Chapter 25
  28. Chapter 26
  29. Chapter 27
  30. Chapter 28
  31. Acknowledgements
  32. About the Author
  33. ‘The Winter Garden’ Ad
  34. ‘Book and the City’ Ad
  35. Copyright

‘Who knows?’ I said, wondering if I’d done the right thing in agreeing to get involved in the whole Sam and Joe scenario. ‘But,’ I carried on, ‘I did give Joe my email address in case he needed to alter the arrangements, so I need to log in to check it’s all still on.’

Hope looked slightly sceptical that he would change plans once they were confirmed.

‘You know he has a tendency to come and go,’ I reminded her, ‘and I’d rather check my email account than risk getting sucked into messaging him via social media because that really could be a slippery slope.’

I didn’t of course add that, if Sophie didn’t mind me logging back on, then I was about to write something that had the potential to change the course of my life forever.

*

‘Why don’t you go and sit at one of the tables,’ Sophie said kindly, as she handed her laptop over, ‘you’ll be more comfortable than at the counter. I’ll bring you over a drink in a minute.’

‘Thanks, Sophie,’ I smiled.

My legs were a little shaky as I slid into the last free booth, and my mind was already working through the many and varied sentences I could call on to compose the life-altering email.

‘Here you go,’ said Sophie, just as I was about to start, ‘this’ll cool you down.’ It was a lovely tall glass of iced tea. ‘You look a bit flushed. I hope you’re using sunblock when you’re soaking up the sun, my love.’

I was feeling hot, but it had nothing to do with the weather.

‘I am,’ I told her.

‘I’ll leave you to it then.’

In the end, I stuck to efficient and formal. Tendering my resignation from Tyler PR had to be dealt with professionally. Emotion-laden accusations and explanations addressing the contents of Mum’s diary could come later. Business first had always been Dad’s mantra and, on this occasion, I was willing to stick to it. Once I’d got this out of the way we could revert to being father and daughter again. Perhaps that’s what we would have been better off as all along.

‘Therefore,’ I muttered under my breath, as I read through the mail again before hitting send and setting the wheels in motion, ‘I am resigning from my position in Tyler PR with immediate effect and in the hope that, if you haven’t already, you will promote Chris, enabling him to officially take over my role within the company.’