I Let You Go

by Clare Mackintosh

Is it possible to simply walk away from one life and start another? I have to try: it is my only chance of getting through this in one piece.

I wonder briefly if I have become immune to physical pain: if the human body is not designed to handle both physical and emotional hurt.

Gradually, without my noticing, my grief has changed shape; from a raw, jagged pain that won’t be silenced to a dull, rounded ache I’m able to lock away at the back of my mind. If it is left there, quiet and undisturbed, I find I’m able to pretend that everything is quite all right. That I never had another life.

Quite relatable

you did not need fat-laden desserts.

Controlling son of a bitch

You can cheat on her, but she can’t do anything without you?!

out it was Jacob in the accident, he must have . . . When the truth finally hits me, it’s like a knife to my stomach. Jacob’s death was no accident. Ian killed his own son, and now he’s going to kill me.

“You might be blind to it, but I’m not. You should never have stayed with him when you fell pregnant, then maybe you’d still have your baby. You’re just as much to blame as he is.”

It wasn’t Eve’s words that hurt me as much as their honesty.

Patrick stays more often than not, although he recognizes my occasional but urgent need for solitude almost before I can see it myself, discreetly taking himself back to Port Ellis and leaving me to my thoughts.