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Автор: Ronnie Turner
Издательство: HarperCollins
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isbn: 9780008313029
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Chapter 31

      

       Chapter 32

      

       Chapter 33

      

       Chapter 34

      

       Chapter 35

      

       Chapter 36

      

       Chapter 37

      

       Chapter 38

      

       Chapter 39

      

       Chapter 40

      

       Chapter 41

      

       Chapter 42

      

       Chapter 43

      

       Chapter 44

      

       Chapter 45

      

       Chapter 46

      

       Chapter 47

      

       Chapter 48

      

       Chapter 49

      

       Chapter 50

      

       Chapter 51

      

       Chapter 52

      

       Chapter 53

      

       Chapter 54

      

       Chapter 55

      

       Chapter 56

      

       Chapter 57

      

       Chapter 58

      

       Chapter 59

      

       Chapter 60

      

       Chapter 61

      

       Epilogue

      

       Acknowledgements

       Dear Reader

       HQ Dear Reader

      

       Keep Reading …

      

       About the Publisher

       For my family – Team Turner – who are always cheering me on.

       Not all love is pure

       Not all love is kind

       Not all love is true

       Some love is blind

       Chapter 1

      Miller

      Let me tell you something I haven’t told you before…

      One, two, three, finger by finger, I squeeze down into the soft, pale skin of her neck.

      Four, five, six…

      She reaches out and grasps and grasps at thin air, small fingers searching for some salvation, even as her young face submerges and her lungs fill with water.

      Seven, eight, nine…

      It doesn’t take long. I stroke her hair and smile into her frightened brown eyes.

      Ten, eleven, twelve… I squeeze down until her arms grow limp and the last moments of life bleed into nothing.

      Thursday 19 March, 1992

      They come to you in waves, the wives clutching their hands to their chests, the husbands folding their arms in front of their stomachs, heads bowed, all wearing expressions they deem suitable for the occasion. Unbidden, they are trespassers on your grief and it’s as if they’ve pulled their expressions from their wardrobes, along with the black clothing they donned this morning. But their otherwise perfect appearance is bereft of the most crucial component: sincerity.

      You and your parents barely notice. You accept their condolences and pats on the back with good grace, but I can see behind the well-mannered veneer to the part of you wanting to be left to the solitude of her absence. I’ve lost count of the times I’ve witnessed them smile, stroke your cheek and mutter to your parents, ‘Brave little soldier.’ You only nod and force a smile onto your lips, awaiting the next chorus of ‘Ohhs’ and ‘Ahhs,’