More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
keep most people at arm’s length for a reason. If you allow an emotional attachment to develop, eventually that person will disappoint you. They might not mean to, but if a better opportunity comes along, they will always leave you for it. I’ve learned the hard way that people – even loved ones – are transient souls. As the library doors open and
My daytime chain is affixed to a metal spike in the centre of the room that’s secured to what I assume to be a joist under the floorboards. It stretches exactly the same distance in both directions, to the window and to the door on the opposite wall. I suppose that’s why she doesn’t lock my bedroom door. She knows I’m not going anywhere. The second chain is only used when I join her for dinner, every second evening. It reaches down the staircase, along a first-floor landing and into the dining room. It also allows
The first thing I spot among the contents is a reminder of the first time Nina broke my heart.
My weight loss has been coupled with a desire to update my appearance. It surprised Maggie almost as much as it surprised me when I turned up at her bedroom door asking if she could teach me how to apply make-up. I could have watched a YouTube tutorial or visited Boots and asked one of the overly made-up mannequins behind the counter to offer me a demonstration.
As I watched her eat, I questioned whether forcing my daughter’s body to miscarry without her knowledge was the right thing to do. My mind goes back to 1981 when I was two years into my midwifery training and fell unexpectedly pregnant with Nina. My plan to return to complete the course never materialised.
There are a handful of memories I’ve been able to piece together from back then, such as the night I got the tattoo. It was at a house party and Jon was keen that I got something permanent to show how much I loved him. He was insistent it was the word Lolita because it would mean something to both of us. I eagerly agreed.
besotted
quite expensive.’ ‘You can’t put a price on family.’ ‘You can when a train ticket costs close to a week’s wages. Besides, Mum doesn’t remember who I am now.’
‘Don’t kid yourself. All you’re going to accomplish is that you’ll see even less of her. She’ll hate you for breaking us up and she’ll keep running away from you to come back to me.’ ‘She’s my daughter, not a toy for you to play with.’
I’ve seen my daughter consumed by her dark side twice before and I prayed I’d never bear witness to it again. The first occasion was as much of a surprise to me as it was to Alistair. It was so swift neither of us could’ve seen it coming. And, truth be told, I can’t blame Nina for it. That’s why I wasn’t going to allow what she did to destroy the rest of her life.
thought that having a baby meant that I would always be loved by someone until the day I died. I was wrong. Being a mother is no guarantee of anything.
Guilt continues to eat me up: guilt at what my stupid body did to my daughter, and guilt for letting Mum take her away without me even holding her first.
chocolate cake I’m baking.
‘I’m sorry if you think I was trying to hurt you, darling, but I didn’t say anything to the social worker that’s inaccurate. I’ve been honest with her for the sake of you
By the time the clock radio alarm wakes me in the morning and I switch my phone back on, there are already two messages waiting for me. One is a continuation of Bobby’s and my movie chat from last night. The second is a cheery ‘Morning!’ and a smiling sun emoji. ‘Did you have an early night?’ he asks.
your imagination can lead you astray.
The baby my mum told me was stillborn was no such thing. How do I begin to make sense of this?
This Moxydogrel is the reason why so much of the period after Dylan’s birth is hazy. She was drugging me. I return to my phone and carry on reading the web page, when the words ‘side effects’ catch my attention.
I watch in fascination as my mother’s panicked eyes flit around the bedroom trying to place what has changed since she was last in here, ten days ago.
SHs enjoyin this bese of ak her mother has kept rom hern and maipilayed jer and made her seem diabolical shh even mamipuked theerrader by startingthe narratuve thaa NINA was the craxu one yee ge diis have jusifucstionfor her rreoinse of lockingmaggie swsy...i mean jusifcstion fornkw. We may beemsnioukated orgaslit by even ninaatoo as its frokm her perspective too
am not your half-sister. I’m your biological mother.’