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Chapters (33)
  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. COPYRIGHT PAGE
  3. CONTENTS
  4. START READING
  5. PROLOGUE
  6. CHAPTER ONE MERRIN
  7. CHAPTER TWO MERRIN
  8. CHAPTER THREE JARVIS
  9. CHAPTER FOUR MERRIN
  10. CHAPTER FIVE JARVIS
  11. CHAPTER SIX MERRIN
  12. CHAPTER SEVEN MERRIN
  13. CHAPTER EIGHT BEN
  14. CHAPTER NINE MERRIN
  15. CHAPTER TEN MERRIN
  16. CHAPTER ELEVEN JARVIS
  17. CHAPTER TWELVE MERRIN
  18. CHAPTER THIRTEEN MERRIN
  19. CHAPTER FOURTEEN MIGUEL
  20. CHAPTER FIFTEEN MERRIN
  21. CHAPTER SIXTEEN MIGUEL
  22. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN MERRIN
  23. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN MIGUEL
  24. CHAPTER NINETEEN MERRIN
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY DIGBY
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE MERRIN
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO MERRIN
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE MERRIN
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR JARVIS
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE MERRIN
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX MERRIN
  32. EPILOGUE
  33. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Of course, she hated arguing with Ruby at any time, but especially right now, with so many other upsetting and intrusive thoughts jostling for position in her head. She made the decision to apologise to her sister when the opportunity arose, whether justified or not, but still she was pleased at how she had stood up for herself, not only to Ruby, but to Loretta too. It was all about clearing the air and making things as smooth as possible for her mother. Plus, Ruby was pregnant and any added stress could not be good for her or the baby.

Kicking off her shoes, she found a spot on the verge overlooking the church in the centre of the village and squatted down out of sight, resting on gorse and hidden by the trunk of the great oak tree, on which she rested her palm, taking some small measure of comfort from the history of the place in which she had been born and bred. Leaning against the tree, she pulled the scarf into her neck, not that it stopped her shaking – nothing could. Her cold went all the way to her marrow. She didn’t cry. She couldn’t. Today her sadness went way beyond tears. Her bare feet anchored her to the spot and helped clear her muddled head in the way that they did. Her heart hurt as much as her head and she felt a little otherworldly.

‘I can’t believe this is happening, Dad. Can’t believe I won’t see you . . .’ She had learnt over the last few days that a lack of response did not stop her chatting to him.

With a clear view of the neat flint walls surrounding St Michael’s, she watched as people began to arrive early. Mrs Everit from the shop with Mr Everit in tow. Dr Levington, his wife and their two children. Mac and Mrs Mac from the pub, and Mr and Mrs Higgins from the butcher’s, Robin. Everyone was there. And still they kept coming. Faces she recognised from school and other businesses around Port Charles, neighbours near and far, the vet – everyone, that was, except her own family, who she knew were waiting until the last minute before having to step inside the church, delaying the moment they had to say goodbye to the man they so loved.