Chapters (87)
- Cover
- Praise
- Dedication
- One
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- Three
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- Five
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- Seven
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- Ten
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- Nineteen
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- Twenty-One
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- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
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- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
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- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
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- Forty-Nine
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- Fifty-Nine
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- Sixty-Nine
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- Seventy-Six
- Seventy-Seven
- Seventy-Eight
- Seventy-Nine
- Eighty
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- Extract from To Keep You Safe
- About the Author
We are both so settled in our lovely terraced house in Brighton, it feels possible that he could leave me and be fine. I trust Nick better now and he trusts me.
A few months ago Anya asked me why I never told Nick the real reason I left him. She wondered if it caused resentment to sacrifice my adult relationship with my husband in order to protect him from our son. She’s asked if it’s possible that any bitterness was passed on to Jack. I argued no to start with. But of course, yes. As a parent to a young child, who wants to give up the family unit? Who wants to shut their eyes at night, never feeling safe even in their own bed, knowing there’s no one looking out for them? The end of our marriage was because I was watching out for him, but that meant that no one was watching out for me. A bit of me can understand why I had to knock myself out at night, just to sleep.
But I didn’t want to tell Nick because it felt like a betrayal of our son, almost as if – for want of a better word – I was grassing him up. My mum had stayed silent for me and I wanted to do that for Jack, but Anya helped me interrogate the power of how conspiracies trap people: I didn’t choose to be complicit in our son’s conspiracy and yet I have been all these years. So, I decided that since Nick is alive and Jack is not, I should trust him with my truth. I’ve always understood that it must’ve been terribly hard on Nick when we left suddenly. I never lost sight of how it must’ve felt when we abruptly went and then cut off most of our contact with him. So in the end, three months ago, I decided to tell him.
Nick and his family then came down at my request, and credit to Anne-Marie (who is actually a very nice person) she and the girls took Jack to the pier for the afternoon, without even knowing what I wanted to see Nick about, and I told him about Jack nearly killing him in his sleep and about how I didn’t know what else to do but take Jack away from him. I told him that since Jack was prepared to look me in the eye and lie about Winston – and believe it – if he was going to pick up a knife too, then I didn’t feel anyone was safe.
I told him it was the only reason I left him. Not because I wanted to, but because I felt I had no choice. I told him it was the biggest single sacrifice I’ve ever had to make in my life and I still encounter its scar tissue every day.
We both cried and now it is done.