Chapters (41)
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Table of Contents
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- Also by Annie Groves
- About Annie Groves
- About the Publisher
There was no Gloria to confess to this time either. Her best friend was entertaining the increasingly victorious troops and establishing herself ever more firmly as a household name. That was all very well, but right at this moment Nancy could have done with her back home. There was nobody else she could tell. Her mother and Rita were very strict on the subject of morals and she suspected that Kitty, Violet and Sarah would be the same. As for any of her WVS colleagues, they were out of the question. She’d just have to deal with this herself.
She couldn’t rely on Mrs Kerrigan for any help, that was for sure. She found it hard to forgive the old woman for blaming her when Georgie was taken. It was beyond belief that the woman’s first inclination was to badmouth Nancy, and only after she’d done that for some while to wonder if she could be of any help finding the little boy. That said it all – she didn’t really love her grandson.
Nancy knew now without a shadow of a doubt that she herself loved Georgie with every fibre of her being, and that love had nothing to do with who his father was. So she reasoned she would probably also love this new baby, despite Gary being a feckless two-timing louse. It wasn’t the baby’s fault that its father had disappeared into the bright blue yonder. Nancy took a deep breath. If it came to it, she’d just have to be mother and father to this child. Before the war, that would have been a terrible prospect. In all honesty, it still was – but not perhaps quite as bad. She wouldn’t be the only one. Plenty of children had lost a father, or a mother, or both parents, to the war in one way or another. She had raised Georgie with no help from Sid and precious little from his mother. Perhaps her own family would come round to the idea of the new baby eventually. If not, she’d have to manage somehow.
This was all assuming that Sid would get back and not want anything more to do with her. She had no way of telling how he would react – she’d have to pick her moment, if she told him at all. She’d have to be canny about it. But this time, she was determined. Yes, she’d had her fun and been caught out, but her baby would not suffer because of it. She was a good mother. She would just have to prove it.