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
Even from my distance, I could see the golden delight in her eyes and I wondered how many times she had watched me go, my face turned away from her, waiting for me to turn back as I just did. All these years of my not turning back to give a final goodbye feels like I have stolen from her. This patient, stoic woman as strong as Greek marble. She gifted me treasure and I love her.
On impulse, I pressed my fingers against my dry lips and blew her a faithful kiss. And then I realised we must’ve seen the same corny film, because she pretended to catch it in her fist and grinned a conspiratorial smile that creased all the way into her deep laughter lines.
Then, I decided, my mother was wrong about my being like my father.
Even better, I realised I didn’t need her advice because I already had so much more than that. I know I will work out my own action plan, because I am her daughter and as such, I carry her with me. Really, I am so much more than me alone. Her bravery is mine – and that could take me anywhere.
Eleven
eleven:
– now –
There’s an empty slot in the knife block. The gap yawns ominously, as obvious to me as a lost tooth. It’s the mid-sized one that’s gone – wide blade, smooth edge. The one I use for chopping vegetables. But we had omelette, chips and peas earlier, so I know I didn’t use it. Now I can only think of that missing knife. I know what it means – he means business.
Well, so do I, I think, white hot with the heady fire of indignation, injustice and anger.
I can’t think about Jack dying but I do anyway. I promised myself I’d stay focused but I can’t. I’m trying to stay strong but it’s like there’s a little pop-up window that’s opened in my mind and it’s running a film of the unthinkable.
I’m doing what any decent mother would. If you see something – a situation which is toxic and dangerous for your child – then you do what you can to stop it from happening. I know I’ve not always been a very good parent, but I’m trying, I’m still trying. Even now, I’m still just trying to be better.
And that’s why we are in this cottage, in this nightmare now. This pop-up video in my mind has been what I’ve feared for a long time. This is what I’ve been running from.
Is it happening tonight?
Is it happening now?