Last, but the opposite of least, I want to express my thanks and love to the David to whom this book is dedicated. Guardian angel as well ‘proof reader’ extraordinaire, he helped me keep belief in myself and in the telling of this story, until it was the best that it could be.

August 2022

Amanda Brookfield

BOOK CLUB QUESTIONS

1. Did Esther still love Lucas after they divorced?
2. Is Lucas a monster?
3. Do Lily and Dylan, the children, hold the most important power in the family?
4. Was Moira’s accusation about Lucas an over-reaction?
5. Does Viv matter more to Esther than her relationships with men?
6. Is trust as much an issue when you are dating online as when you are relying on old-fashioned chance encounters?
7. Can a once healthy marriage always be repaired with forgiveness and hard work?
8. Do you think Lucas & Heidi and Esther & Marcus will live happily ever after?

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CHAPTER ONE

January 2013

Eleanor decided to take a taxi from the station, even though she knew it would cost ten precious pounds and mean a wait. Being so rural, only a handful of cars served the area, but she didn’t want to be a bother to Howard, her brother-in-law. She texted both him and Kat to say she would be there within the hour and stayed as warm as she could in the small arched station entrance. It was a cold, dank morning, not raining for once but with air like icy metal against her skin.

The taxi driver who pulled up some twenty minutes later exuded an attitude of reluctance that made Eleanor disinclined to make conversation. When they hit a tail-back, thanks to a loop round the old Roman bridge, still not fixed from the heavy flooding over the New Year, he thumped his steering wheel. ‘A bloody joke. We can land men on the moon and still it takes three weeks to fix a few old stones.’

Eleanor murmured agreement, but found that she didn’t mind much. The fields on either side of the road were still visibly waterlogged. After the grimy mêlée of south London, it was a visual feast – ethereal, shimmering silver bands engraved with the black reflections of leafless trees and smudgy January clouds.