Chapters (87)
- Cover
- Praise
- Dedication
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-One
- Sixty-Two
- Sixty-Three
- Sixty-Four
- Sixty-Five
- Sixty-Six
- Sixty-Seven
- Sixty-Eight
- Sixty-Nine
- Seventy
- Seventy-One
- Seventy-Two
- Seventy-Three
- Seventy-Four
- Seventy-Five
- Seventy-Six
- Seventy-Seven
- Seventy-Eight
- Seventy-Nine
- Eighty
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- Extract from To Keep You Safe
- About the Author
I watch the fast sprint of Lennie going for the ball and it feels amazing to be back in Brighton. It’s been sixteen months since I bought my house. Jack’s settled so well into school and has made some lovely friends – we have both made lovely friends. I’ve made new ones, not looked up any from the past. I don’t want to be back there – instead here, in the present, is a wonderful thing for us, and it’s just where we need to stay.
But I do often look back to remember my mum – her things are all over our house: the sofa throws, some of the nicer knick-knacks, her photos everywhere; everything boxed up and saved by Nick and mum’s neighbour and friend, April Dawes, I have since found out. I think mum was everywhere that awful night too – I think it was her presence I felt in the field, that sense of someone there, pushing me on when I needed to go on and couldn’t. I just know it. She never let me give up on anything, and she didn’t then either. If she hadn’t been there, goading me on, perhaps I wouldn’t have made it – perhaps Jack wouldn’t either. But she was, and we did. I haven’t felt her since, but then I haven’t needed her. But it gives me a sense of comfort to know that she hasn’t left me; that she is all right and is still looking out for me. Really, that’s all she’s ever done. She remains my hero.
It’s not just my mum who has a presence in our house, but my son, too. We have Jack’s photo on the wall above our fireplace. We’ve brought him in and although he’s gone, he’s a real part of our family. We both love him.
We always will.
I breathe in the sea-salt smell and drink my coffee and contentment wraps my shoulders.
Seeing my paper bag, Jack runs towards me: ‘Croissants!’ Lennie runs barking at his feet. Nick tracked the puppy down – Jack had given it to his neighbour, but when Nick explained about little Jack losing his dad, they let us have him again. He’s our dog now.
We find somewhere to sit on the beach. Jack hugs me. He’s so generous with his love and affection. I kiss him back – I never kiss him just for him, but also for his dad. I hope that somehow the kisses get through to Jack wherever he is. I want him to feel my love, still.
I think also of Selena – I often do. I hope she’s pleased with the job I’m doing – in many ways, I’m also doing my best for her as well. We have her photo up too – and Jack has met his maternal grandma. We are making progress in all sorts of ways.