The Secrets She Keeps

by Michael Robotham

Maybe it comes from reading so many books as a child. I grew up with Anne of Green Gables, spied with Harriet, wrote plays with Jo March and explored Narnia with Lucy, Peter, Edmund and Susan.

It didn’t matter which religion I chose to reject later,

At school I sat by myself like a leper whose condition might be infectious. It didn’t matter that other girls were having sex – I was having a baby.