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Back When I Lost You Save as PDF
Chapters (81)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
  5. One
  6. Two
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Sixteen
  21. Seventeen
  22. Eighteen
  23. Nineteen
  24. Twenty
  25. Twenty-one
  26. Twenty-two
  27. Twenty-three
  28. Twenty-four
  29. Twenty-five
  30. Twenty-six
  31. Twenty-seven
  32. Twenty-eight
  33. Twenty-nine
  34. Thirty
  35. Thirty-one
  36. Thirty-two
  37. Thirty-three
  38. Thirty-four
  39. Thirty-five
  40. Thirty-six
  41. Thirty-seven
  42. Thirty-eight
  43. Thirty-nine
  44. Forty
  45. Forty-one
  46. Forty-two
  47. Forty-three
  48. Forty-four
  49. Forty-five
  50. Forty-six
  51. Forty-seven
  52. Forty-eight
  53. Forty-nine
  54. Fifty
  55. Fifty-one
  56. Fifty-two
  57. Fifty-three
  58. Fifty-four
  59. Fifty-five
  60. Fifty-six
  61. Fifty-seven
  62. Fifty-eight
  63. Fifty-nine
  64. Sixty
  65. Sixty-one
  66. Sixty-two
  67. Sixty-three
  68. Sixty-four
  69. Sixty-five
  70. Sixty-six
  71. Sixty-seven
  72. Epilogue
  73. Acknowledgments
  74. Read More
  75. Prologue
  76. One
  77. Two
  78. Three
  79. Four
  80. Follow Merilyn online
  81. Dedication

Hanging up, she sat for a moment. The morning would be fine; one sheet of call data wasn’t going to change the whole case. And still trying to convince herself of that, she picked up her bag and left.

Ten

Now

I’m wondering if I should regret sending the letter to Eve. I’ve had no reply and it’s obvious the police are rattled. I can hear my husband reprimanding me.

‘But that’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? To get the police involved?’

Except, of course, he wouldn’t because he doesn’t know that was my intention; he doesn’t know I referenced Connor O’Brian or that Eve is working the case. As far as he’s concerned I only want to get Eve to acknowledge what she did and stop her doing it again. But I need help to do that and who better than the police? They’ll look closely at Eve now I’ve piqued their interest, so all I need do is sit back and wait.

But I’m still uneasy. I feel I’ve started something yet have already lost control. I pour myself a glass of wine and stare out of the kitchen window at the fading light. A moth hits the window, again and again, relentlessly trying to get through the glass. I take a sip and wait for it to give up, but when it doesn’t I turn my back to it. I’ve had my fill of watching people try to escape the future they’ve been given, so I’ll be damned if I’m going to waste my time watching an insect do the same.

As I take a seat at the kitchen table my husband looks round the door.

‘You OK?’

He’s frowning so I smile as brightly as I can.

‘Good.’ I raise my glass to prove the point and he laughs. It’s good to see him smile after all I continue to put him through.

‘Popping to Sainsbury’s – need anything?’

Relief floods me – a couple of hours on my own is just what I need – but I try to look hesitant, play along so he doesn’t change his mind and stay.

‘No thanks,’ then add, ‘A bottle of red.’

He looks at the glass in my hand. ‘You sure?’

I smile. ‘I’m sure.’

‘OK, well, I won’t be long. Text if you think of anything we need.’ He hears the knock-knock of the moth on the window and points. ‘Why don’t you let it in? Put it out of its misery.’

I just smile. He walks over and kisses me on my forehead, rubbing my back.

‘Take your time,’ I say as he goes to leave. ‘No rush.’