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He hadn’t even mentioned the fact that she’d resuscitated him. Not that she wanted thanks exactly, but a small amount of praise for keeping a cool head in an emergency and saving his life might have been nice.
Thanks, Grace. It was kind of you to bring me back to life after I said you were boring. Glad you didn’t exercise the option to leave me to die.
He watched her cautiously. “Did Stephen call?”
“Yes. He sends his best wishes and told you not to rush back to work. Lissa said she’d call around with a few things from your office. You left your bag there, and your laptop.”
“That’s kind of her.”
“Yes.” Grace was fond of Lissa. She’d been a few years ahead of Sophie in school and Grace had taught her French and Spanish. Lissa had struggled academically after her father walked out, and Grace had been delighted when she’d graduated high school and David had given her a job at the newspaper as a junior reporter. It was good to see her doing well.
She wondered if Stephen and Lissa knew about the affair.
“We need to talk to Sophie.”
There was alarm and panic on his face. “I’m dreading that part. Do you think it would be better coming from you?”
“You said you were tired of me doing everything, so no, this is one thing you can do yourself. And you’re the one who has given up on our marriage, so you’re in a better position than I am to explain it to our daughter. Do it tonight, when she comes to visit. She needs to know we love her and that your decision has nothing to do with her.”
“Tonight?” He lost more color. “I’m not feeling great, Grace.”
“I don’t care. I don’t want her finding out from someone else.”
“No one else knows.”
“You’re a journalist, David. You of all people should know how hard it is to hide information.”
He gave her a long, meaningful look and in the end she was the one to look away.
Damn him.
Grace curled and uncurled her fingers. Damn him for choosing this moment to remind her of the information he’d kept hidden. To remind her what she owed him.
“No one knows,” he said. “We’ve been careful.”
“Careful?” She imagined him creeping around. “Were you sneaking into motel rooms and paying cash? Did you use condoms?”
His cheeks turned dark red. “That’s a personal question.”
“I’m your wife!”
“Yes, I used condoms. I’m not stupid.”
Maybe not stupid, but thoughtless and careless with her feelings and their marriage? Definitely. She wanted to take a shower and scrub herself all over.
“Did you at any point think about me?”
He looked exhausted. “I thought about you all the time, Grace.”
“Even while you were having sex with another woman? That’s not a compliment.” She took a deep breath. “What’s her name?”
He closed his eyes briefly. “Grace—”
“Tell me! You owe me that much.”
He looked away. Licked his lips. “It’s Lissa.”
“Lissa?” She stared at him and then felt a rush of relief. She didn’t know a Lissa. It wasn’t someone she knew personally or was going to bump into. “Where does she live?”
David turned his head, and his eyes were tired and sad. “You know where Lissa lives.”
“I don’t. The only Lissa I know is—” She stopped. “Wait. You don’t mean—Lissa? Our Lissa?”
“Who else?”
“Oh God.” Grace’s legs suddenly refused to do their job and she sank onto the chair. “She’s like a daughter to us. To me,” she corrected herself. “Obviously to you she’s something different.”
Grace remembered the day Lissa had graduated from high school. After all the support Grace had given her, it felt like a double betrayal.
“She’s a child!”
“She’s twenty-three. Not a child.”
She couldn’t absorb it. She hadn’t thought things could get worse, but this was so much worse.
Sick, she stood up and almost stumbled over the chair. She had to get away. “You need to find somewhere to go when you’re discharged. I don’t want you home.”
“Where am I going to go?”
“I don’t know. Where were you thinking that you’d go? Or were you planning on putting Lissa in our spare bedroom? One big happy family, is that it?”
He looked ill. “I’ll find a hotel.”
“Why? She doesn’t want you in sickness? Only in health?” Grace snatched up her bag. “I’ll drop Sophie here later. You can tell her the good news.”
“It would be better to do this together. We need to keep this civilized.”
“I don’t feel civilized, David. And as for telling Sophie—you’re sleeping with someone she considers a friend. You’re on your own with that one.”
She walked out of the room, managed to smile at the nurses at the desk and then dipped into the stairwell. Everyone else seemed to have taken the elevator and the echo of her footsteps somehow emphasized her loneliness. She made it as far as the first floor before control left her. She sank onto the bottom stair, sobbing.
Lissa? Lissa?
Grace thought about Lissa’s beaming smile and the way her ponytail swung when she walked. She wore jeans that looked as if they’d been painted on her, and tops that showed off her lush, full breasts.
It was so sordid. What would Lissa’s parents say? Grace was on a charity committee with her mother. She’d never be able to look her in the eye again.
How could David do this to her? To them? They were a unit. A family. And he’d torn that apart.
She was so lost in a world of misery and memories it was a moment before she heard the sound of footsteps and realized someone was coming down the stairs toward her.
She stood up quickly, brushed her hand over her face and walked down the last flight of stairs.
Sophie would be home from school soon. Grace needed to be there to make her something to eat, and to support her when her father blew up her life.
Audrey (#ulink_e275f064-2fb6-537e-9904-f49265dded07)
“How did your exams go, Audrey, dear?”
Audrey adjusted the temperature of the water and directed the spray so that it ran over the hair and not near the eyes. If there was such a thing as an exam in hair washing, she’d ace it.
“They weren’t great, Mrs. Bishop.” She’d started working in the salon for a few hours on a Saturday when she was thirteen. She’d done it to give herself an excuse to leave the house and had been surprised by how much she enjoyed it. The best part was chatting with customers, and they were startlingly honest with her. After five years, many of them felt like family. “The thing I hate most is when you come out of the exam and the other kids are all talking about what they wrote for each question and you know you totally messed it up. Is that temperature right for you?”
“It’s perfect, dear. And I’m sure you didn’t mess it up.”
Audrey was sure she had. She knew for sure she’d gotten at least two of the questions muddled up on that last paper. She’d got confused between discuss and define.
Whichever way you looked at it, exams sucked but at least they were done now.
She pumped shampoo into her palm and started lathering Mrs. Bishop’s hair. The woman’s hair was thin on top, so Audrey was very gentle. “I’m not going to do a second shampoo, Mrs. Bishop, because your hair is a bit dry. I’m going to use a moisturizing treatment if that’s okay.”
“Whatever you think, pet. You’re the expert.”
“How is Pogo?” Audrey struggled with facts when they were in a textbook, but she had no trouble remembering the smallest detail of people’s lives. She knew all about their pets, their kids and their illnesses. Pogo was Mrs. Bishop’s Labrador, and the love of her life. “What did the vet say about the lump?”
“It was nothing serious, thank goodness. A cyst. He removed it.”
“That’s good. You must be relieved.” Audrey rinsed carefully.
“What will you do now your exams are over? Will you work here full-time this summer? We’re all hoping you do.”
It was tempting. Audrey loved the people and she enjoyed the work. For some of the women who came to the salon, their ten minutes at the basin with Audrey was the only time they relaxed during the week. Her high point had been when customers started asking for her because her scalp massage was so good.
No one had ever said Audrey was good at anything before.
But staying at the salon would mean living at home, and Audrey couldn’t wait to leave.
“I’m going traveling.”
She sprayed the treatment onto Mrs. Bishop’s hair and massaged gently.
“Oh, that’s bliss, dear. You always use just the right amount of pressure. You should do a massage course.”
Audrey used her fingertips on Mrs. Bishop’s forehead. “The clients would probably all be dirty old men.”
Mrs. Bishop tutted. “I don’t mean that kind of massage. I mean real massage. For stressed people. There are plenty of those around.”
“Yeah, I should probably start with myself.”
“You’d be fantastic. You could do makeup, too.” Philippa Wyatt, who came in every six weeks to have her color done, joined in the conversation from her chair in front of the mirror. Her hair had been segmented and was currently wrapped in tinfoil. She looked like a chicken about to be roasted.
“How are the preparations going for the wedding, Mrs. Wyatt?”
“My daughter changes her mind every five minutes. One minute the cake is going to be fruit, and the next it’s sponge.”
“I love sponge.” Audrey finished the head massage and rinsed off the product. She wrapped Alice Bishop’s head in a warm towel, changed her gown and guided her back to the basin.
“Thank you, dear.” The woman pressed a note into Audrey’s hand.
“That’s too much! You don’t have to—”
“I want to. It’s my way of saying thank you.” She sat down in the chair, and Audrey pushed the note into her pocket and stuck her head around the staff room door.
“Ellen? Mrs. Bishop is ready for you.”
Ellen owned the hair salon. There was a lot Audrey liked about her, not least the fact that she didn’t make Audrey split her tips. You earned it, you keep it, she always said.
“Right.” Ellen was finishing a cup of coffee. “Want to grab lunch together later? Milly can cover for us.”
“I thought I’d go for a quick walk. I need to clear my head after all those exams.”
It was a half-truth. The other half of the truth was that the fridge had been empty again and Audrey hadn’t realized until it was too late. Her mother, in a drunken state, had thrown everything away claiming it was “off.”
It wouldn’t hurt not to eat for a day, but she didn’t want to draw attention to it.
An hour later she grabbed her bag and took a walk to the local park.
It was teeming with people enjoying the sunshine. Some sat on benches, others sprawled on the grass, shirtsleeves rolled back.
Several were eating lunch. Huge slabs of crusty bread, fresh ham, packets of crisps, chocolate bars.
Audrey’s stomach growled.
Had anyone ever been mugged for a sandwich? There was a first time for everything. She could grab it and run. A whole new definition for fast food.
Maybe she should use the tip Mrs. Bishop had given her to buy food, but she was saving everything she earned to put toward her escape fund.
Trying to ignore the food around her, she pulled out her phone and carried on her search for summer jobs in Paris.
That morning she’d narrowed it down to two.
A family who lived in Montmartre wanted an English-speaking au pair with childcare experience. Audrey had never looked after children, but she’d looked after her mother and she figured that more than qualified her for the job although she still had to work out how to convince a potential employer of that without revealing more than she wanted to.
She lifted her head and stared across the park. There was a faint hum in the distance and she could see someone cutting the grass. It was June and the air was sweet with the scent of flowers.
In the distance she could see the running track. Audrey used it sometimes. She liked running. Maybe it was because it felt as if she was getting away from her life.
She imagined herself wandering around Paris in the summer sunshine with two adorable children in tow. Or they might be two annoying children. Either way, the life she could see ahead of her was so much more appealing than the one she was living now.
