Chapters (70)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Also by Heidi Perks
- Dedication
- The Night of the Fire
- Tuesday 14 May
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Tuesday 14 May
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Tuesday 14 May
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Tuesday 14 May
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Tuesday 14 May
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Tuesday 14 May
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Tuesday 14 May
- Chapter Fourteen
- Tuesday 14 May
- Chapter Fifteen
- Wednesday 15 May
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Tuesday 14 May
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Thursday 16 May
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Tuesday 14 May
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Tuesday 14 May
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Tuesday 14 May
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Thursday 16 May
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Thursday 16 May
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Friday 17 May
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Friday 17 May
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Friday 17 May
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Acknowledgments
- THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING
‘I don’t know why,’ she replied eventually. ‘I was angry with you. I think I blamed your attitude, because I didn’t want to carry on blaming myself for what happened to Sophie.’
‘I thought you wanted to leave your job. I thought you weren’t happy,’ he went on. ‘I thought,’ he said, ‘that I was doing the right thing for you by moving down to Lymington, because you didn’t want to work any more after …’
Janie didn’t answer.
‘Why weren’t you honest with me?’ Harry asked.
‘I don’t know,’ she said, in a much quieter voice this time. ‘I just didn’t talk to you, and then it kind of snowballed.’
Harry sank his head into his hands. ‘You never told me you were being followed,’ he said. ‘I mean, why wouldn’t you even tell me that? It affects the girls too.’ When he looked up at her, his eyes shone with fear. Everything could have been so much worse.
‘We know who it was now,’ she said. ‘And I believe Mia when she says she never intended to hurt me or the girls.’
Harry gave a short laugh as he shook his head, dropping his hands to the table with a thud. ‘That’s ridiculous; you clearly can’t believe a word that woman says,’ he replied, his scarred face contorting with anger.
‘No, you’re right,’ Janie said quickly, to defuse the situation before it blew up. ‘You’re right – I don’t.’
Although the truth was that she did actually believe Mia. Even though Mia wanted to avenge her sister, Janie knew she would never have hurt her or the girls because she had seen it in Mia’s eyes when they spoke, on one of Janie’s visits to prison.
But of course she could never tell Harry about them, either. And at some point Janie also knew she would have to stop visiting Mia, but not yet. Not just yet. For now, it was something she still needed to do.
‘So what do you want to do?’ Harry asked. His expression had changed again, no longer angry, but now more worried.
‘I want to go back to work,’ she said. ‘I’ve been thinking for some time that I want to help women – encourage them to speak out about harassment in the workplace.’ It felt such a great contrast to her previous job, but in many ways so similar. ‘I want to show Ella and Lottie it’s important to stand up for themselves,’ Janie went on. She wanted to show them that this was far more important than defending the men who took away their rights.
Harry nodded slowly. ‘Okay,’ he replied. ‘I get that.’
‘I don’t want to work full-time, because of the girls …’
‘I understand.’
Janie nodded too.