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
Jack kissed my hand: ‘I always miss you, Mummy, when I’m not with you.’ I set him free to run around under the trees; I pressed the space under my belly button where Jack had grown. He’d been an impossible carry; but still I’d been sorry to give him up. I knew that each day that passed after his birth would see him move further and further away from me, until one day he’d be gone, leaving me all alone.
I always saw my parents’ flaws so clearly that I thought I’d be able to just be the opposite of them and it’d all be fine. It was as if they had given me a rule book on how not to be: I only had to apply it in reverse and I’d succeed where they had failed. But it seems that life is more complex than that: it seems that there’s more than one way to fail.
As Jack collected fallen leaves, I resolved to see my mother and ask for advice – she was the one person I could trust with the truth and still not feel judged by. Besides, she’d be able to tell if I was unhappy anyway – she always could. I could never hide anything from her, even though she’d been serving a life sentence since I was eight. I winced as I thought of the long journey from Brighton to Woking I’d have to make to see her, first by train, then by bus, to Send women’s prison. But I knew it would be worth it – she would help me make a plan.
Jack brought me his bundle of leaves and together we threw them into the wind. He laughed and jumped for them and I delighted in his joy. His game lifted my spirits and I found I could manage a smile at the thought of what Issy would say if she knew that my mother was imprisoned for murder. I wondered if it would make her view my marriage differently.
I rather thought it would – and that she’d possibly view me differently too.
Nine
nine:
– before –
Two weeks later, my visit to my mother was booked in.
Nothing would stop me from my monthly visit to see her: I loved my mum dearly. But this time it felt even more vital – this time I counted down the days because I needed her help.
I always took Jack with me, but now I needed to go alone. There was no question, I’d been galvanised by Issy and was determined to take action, but if Jack was with me, I wouldn’t be able to talk freely. If my mother was to help me make a plan, then she would need my innermost thoughts and feelings, and the details were not Jack-friendly.