Chapters (81)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Dedication
- Prologue
- 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
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- Read More
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Follow Merilyn online
- Dedication
‘There’s more chance of us being seen if there are two of us.’
I look down at the baby, who is perfectly asleep, a small bubble of milk on the side of her lip. I dab it with the blanket.
‘You know I’m right. And then after the court case, we’ll go too.’
‘Will she be safe, where you take her?’ My voice is so small I can barely hear it.
He nods.
‘And you have the bag with all her stuff and the note explaining which toys she likes?’
Again, he nods.
‘Do you think she’ll ever come looking for us?’
‘Maybe.’
‘What would we do?’
‘I honestly don’t know. I suppose it would depend on what she wanted from us.’
I look at Joanne, who is starting to wriggle, and wonder what she will be like when she’s big. I get a sudden punch to my heart at the thought she’ll meet a man like Alf or that her new mum won’t want her when she’s older. I start to cry. I can’t stop anything bad happening to her, just like I couldn’t stop it happening to Aoife.
‘Mary …’ He’s speaking softly in my ear. ‘I’m going to have to go.’
I hiccup back a tear and look at Joanne. ‘I love you,’ I say. ‘I love you so much, and your mummy was the best thing to ever happen to me. But she was wrong when she said you are our baby. You’re not, you’re hers, and all I can do is make you safe.’ I stroke the top of Joanne’s head, hair soft like down. ‘She would’ve loved you to the moon and back every single day and so would I. I’m so sorry I took her away from you and that I won’t be there in her place. Please don’t hate me when you grow up and please don’t try to find me, because I’m not worth it.’
I start to cry again, so much I find it hard to breathe. I kiss her on the head, tuck the blanket in tightly around her, and hold her up to him. He leans down to kiss my cheek, but I turn my head and our lips meet. We stay like that for a moment, holding on tight to each other, with Joanne close between us.
Then he’s gone, and with him the only thing holding me to this life.
Fifty-two
Ian Fowler flung open and door and glared out at them. ‘What?’
Nell decided to match his directness with her own. ‘There’s been a development in the O’Brian case.’
‘And?’
‘So we’d like to speak to your wife, please.’ It wasn’t a question and Fowler knew it.
‘She’s asleep at the moment.’