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Chapters (70)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for Two Wrongs
  3. Praise for Mel McGrath
  4. About the Author
  5. Also by Mel McGrath
  6. Note to Readers
  7. Dedication
  8. Prologue
  9. Chapter 1
  10. Chapter 2
  11. Chapter 3
  12. Chapter 4
  13. Chapter 5
  14. Chapter 6
  15. Chapter 7
  16. Chapter 8
  17. Chapter 9
  18. Chapter 10
  19. Chapter 11
  20. Chapter 12
  21. Chapter 13
  22. Chapter 14
  23. Chapter 15
  24. Chapter 16
  25. Chapter 17
  26. Chapter 18
  27. Chapter 19
  28. Chapter 20
  29. Chapter 21
  30. Chapter 22
  31. Chapter 23
  32. Chapter 24
  33. Chapter 25
  34. Chapter 26
  35. Chapter 27
  36. Chapter 28
  37. Chapter 29
  38. Chapter 30
  39. Chapter 31
  40. Chapter 32
  41. Chapter 33
  42. Chapter 34
  43. Chapter 35
  44. Chapter 36
  45. Chapter 37
  46. Chapter 38
  47. Chapter 39
  48. Chapter 40
  49. Chapter 41
  50. Chapter 42
  51. Chapter 43
  52. Chapter 44
  53. Chapter 45
  54. Chapter 46
  55. Chapter 47
  56. Chapter 48
  57. Chapter 49
  58. Chapter 50
  59. Chapter 51
  60. Chapter 52
  61. Chapter 53
  62. Chapter 54
  63. Chapter 55
  64. Chapter 56
  65. Chapter 57
  66. Author Note
  67. Acknowledgements
  68. Extract
  69. 1
  70. About the Publisher

A message sent to a stranger, though, evidently, not a stranger to Satnam. Nevis scrolls down, checking for a recurrence of the same number and does not find it. A single message, then, in a desperate hour.

Samaritans? Some other suicide prevention hotline?

She taps the number into Google. And waits. Nothing comes up. She checks the phone log for calls. No number, but something at least, a call from a withheld ID. Seven minutes and twenty-three seconds. It’s enough to say what needed to be said. Had enough. Can’t live with this.

But what? Her mouth is dry and scratchy. She needs to know and hardly dares to find out. The fingers hovering over the screen seem not to belong to her, but still they move, as if held up on puppet strings. She goes back to the message screen and touches the number. Three icons appear: Audio, FaceTime, Info.

Picking up her own phone, she takes a deep breath, and taps in the number.

Chapter 39

Cullen

Cullen waits in the loveseat in the VC’s office while Madeleine finishes up her phone call. A power move, he thinks, Maddy getting back at him after he’d been stupid enough in his cups to insult her the other night. Time to make old Cullen eat some humble pie.

He takes out his phone and pretends to read the screen but his head is pounding and he wishes that he’d gone to the Deanery first and retrieved one of his miniatures from the desk drawer to put in his coffee. It’s too late for that now. Sometimes his whole life feels like a missed boat. If only his worries would subside or his head didn’t hurt so much. If only he felt better about Veronica and Amanda. If only he didn’t feel that he was slowly going mad.

It was he who requested the meeting, eager to get the VC’s ear before Ratner got the chance to turn the bruises left by Cullen’s fist to his advantage. An accusation of assault would look very bad. He, Cullen, has already been issued with a warning, after all. A disciplinary measure at best. At worst, dismissal and another black mark on his CV. What would he say to Veronica? The stakes have risen exponentially since the announcement of her pregnancy. Not that he particularly wants the baby, but he does want Veronica and, more importantly, he wants the idea of Veronica.