“I’m meeting a friend for a drink,” she said to her mother as she walked out of the room. “Okay honey,” her mum said, giving her a big smile. “You look great.” Becky tried to smile back. “Thanks,” she said and grabbed her purse, waving over her shoulder as she left the suite and headed to the elevator. She was on her second lemon drop when Cassie sat down at the bar beside her. She ordered a vodka cranberry and then turned to eye Becky. “Okay, spill,” she said. Becky sighed. “I’m such an idiot,” she said, “I broke the cardinal rule.” “What’s that?” Cassie thanked the bartender as he slid her drink across the bar and took a sip. “Don’t sleep with the boss. Or more accurately, don’t fall for the boss.” Cassie covered her hand with hers, “Oh, honey,” she said, “you’re in love with Barry?” “I’m such a cliché,” Becky said, draining her glass. “But, have you seen him? You know the first time I saw him he was shirtless. He opened the door shirtles
fine, Barry,” Cassie said. “But she doesn’t want to see me.” He heard her sigh through the phone. “It’s complicated,” she said. “Cassie—” “Look, I know, okay, I know. I tried my best to get her to call you, but she kept saying you need to read the letter and—” Cassie paused and Barry very nearly threw his phone at the wall. “And?” “Look, I promised her I wouldn’t break her confidence, but I think you need to know that Heather was lying to you. Becky never slept with Adam.” He hissed out a breath, relieved beyond words to hear that. “There’s more there, more to that story, but it’s not my place to tell you. Read the letter.” “So where is she?” he said. “She’s staying with her mother for a while.” “She’s with her mother?” “I knew that,” Abby said, and he looked down at her. “What did you say, Abby?” “Becky told me she was going to stay with her mummy for a while,” Abby answered with a roll of her eyes, as only a five-year-old could. “Why didn’t you tell Dad
Every light in the house was blaring when Barry pulled into the driveway. His house looked like a fucking Christmas tree, which didn’t bode well for the occupants. He took a couple of deep breaths before getting out of the car and walking up the stairs. The front door was unlocked and when he swung it open, noise assaulted him. He took off his jacket and slung it over the bench in the entryway before making his way into the front sitting room. The stereo was on and Abby and Freddie were running around screeching and barking, and neither of them saw him standing there. He stalked over and turned off the stereo and both child and dog froze, looking at him in surprise. He took in Abby’s bedraggled appearance and surmised that Heather hadn’t bathed her as yet. “Where’s mummy?” he asked, trying really hard to keep his voice pleasant. Abby shrugged. “Have you had your dinner?” he asked, feeling his control begin to fracture. “I had Fruit Loops,” she said and started running around i
The beep from the microwave interrupted his search, and he headed back to the kitchen to eat. He sat at the bench with a beer and his dinner and took a few minutes to decompress. He couldn’t get out of work the next day, but he could make sure to be home early so that a repeat of tonight didn’t happen. Mrs. Garrett would be there by seven and if he left straight away, he could get some work done before the meeting and then come home straight after. He would tell Patricia to cancel the rest of his week and he would work from home. Hopefully, by Friday the custody papers would be signed and he could finally be rid of Heather and her toxic influence. He finished his meal but was still too keyed up to sleep so he headed for his office for a couple hours of work. After ninety minutes, he gave up trying to concentrate. The words that Abby had hurled at him hurt. He knew she didn’t really mean them and that kids told their parents all the time they hated them, but it didn’t make it hurt an
When Abby woke, she was cranky. She didn’t know why, she just knew that she was unhappy. Becky was gone, and she missed her. It had been two sleeps since she had left and Abby wanted her to come back. Her daddy was a lot happier when Becky was around and so was she. Mummy didn’t seem to know how to look after her and ignored her most of the time, anyway. Becky never ignored her and she always knew when dinner time was and when bath time was and Abby had never had to get her own breakfast or dinner when Becky was around. Abby kicked the covers off and rolled out of bed. She was thirsty and hungry and she felt all sticky and messy and was just altogether cranky. The house was quiet when she opened her door and crept out into the hall. She walked quietly down the hallway and checked her daddy’s bedroom, but he wasn’t there. Next, she tried her mummy’s room, but she was asleep still, so Abby closed the door quietly. There was a noise coming from downstairs, so Abby headed in that direct
It was hard to get her tights on, but she managed to do it, and then her leotard over the top. She pulled her ballet shoes on and her skirt luckily had an elastic around the waist because she wasn’t good at tying the strings. She checked herself in the mirror and was happy with the result, now she just needed mummy to do her hair and drive her. Her mummy was still sound asleep when she opened the door to her room. Abby crept in and shook her shoulder to wake her. “Mummy, it’s time for ballet and you need to drive me.” Her mother made some grumbling noises and rolled over. Abby went around the other side of the bed and tried again. “Mummy, you need to wake up so we can go. I can’t be late.” “Get Becky to take you,” Mummy said sleepily. Abby thought about that for a second and decided that she would do just that. Becky told her she was going to stay at her mummy’s and Becky had taken her there on the bus. She remembered the bus number and when to press the button, she just n
Becky was used to the looks she usually got with that statement. Other mothers didn’t seem to trust her or think that she was in their league because she got paid to look after a child. What they didn’t understand was that she was more of a mother to Abby than her own mother was. Which made it even more heartbreaking that she’d had to leave. It seemed wrong that Heather could just walk in and take away Becky’s life, but the fact was, she was just a paid employee. It didn’t matter that she was the one who had gotten up to her at night, had soothed her fevers, and nursed her through vomiting bugs. It didn’t matter that she had been the one to see her take her first steps and utter her first words. And nobody seemed to care that she loved Abby like her very own. She had no rights to the little girl at all and that just stung. Towards the end of the hour, Becky tried calling Barry again, but again it went to voicemail. She left another message and then set off to pick up Abby. Becky had
The police had just finished taking his statement when he heard the sound of his phone. It was faint and he couldn’t place it at first, but then it rang again and he stood to his feet, tearing the couch cushions from the couch and searching underneath it. If that was a goddamned ransom demand, and he missed the call, they might hurt his kid and then he would have to hunt them down and kill them. He reached underneath the couch as far as his arm would let him and his fingers closed around the phone as it stopped ringing. He pulled it out and looked at the screen. There were a lot of missed calls, all from Becky. He hit recall and held his breath while it rang. “Oh Barry, thank god you finally called me back.” “Becky have you seen Abby, she’d gone missing and—” “That’s why I’ve been calling you, she’s here. Abby’s here with me.” His legs gave out under him and he sagged to the ground. Abby was okay. Abby was with Becky. “Where, how, why—” “She turned up on my doorstep this
Six Months Later…Everyone he loved was in the room. They were celebrating. Barry and Becky had finally set a date. Lisa and Mason wouldn’t be far behind. Brian and Cassie kept sneaking glances at one another that they thought nobody else noticed. He thought he knew what was going on but he didn’t want to ruin the surprise. It was their news to share and he was happy to wait for them to be ready to share it. Liam and Loretta were here too. He’d been slowly getting to know them. There was a lot of hurt to work through, but they were getting there. Jonathon quite enjoyed having a younger brother even if it was only in small doses at the moment. Devi and Kirra were also there. Kirra was graduating in a couple of weeks and then she would be hopefully attending one of the universities close to home. She wouldn’t know if she got accepted until the new year, but Jonathan was quietly confident that she would get into her top pick. And then there was Emma. Every day with her was
“I know it’s too soon,” he said, cupping her cheek. “But I want you to know that I am in this for good. I want to spend my life with you Emma. I want us to be a family. You, me, Kirra, Devi, Liam, and Loretta—” “Loretta?” “My mum. I want one big, messy family with you and me at the heart of it. Tell me you want that too.” She pressed against him and brushed a kiss on his lips. “I do,” she said before putting the remaining half of the chocolate in her mouth and grinning. The wheel came to a stop and he drew Emma to her feet, moving them both over to the window. The entire city of Melbourne was spread out below them, but it dimmed in comparison to the woman in his arms. “I love you, Emma,” he whispered before kissing her while they stood on top of the world.He took her home. He couldn’t not. They had stuff to work out and a relationship to manage. He had a family to get to know and she had her mother’s illness to navigate and her sister’s final year of sch
He stepped into the pod and waited for the door to close before holding the final box out to her, his mouth dry. She reached for it but he snatched it away, lifting it beyond her reach. “Before I give this to you, I need to explain.” She looked from the box to his face and nodded. “Okay.” The wheel started to move and Jonathon moved them over to sit on a bench. He exhaled roughly. “Okay, so I don’t know how much of this you already know, but how about I just start at the beginning?” She nodded again. “My mother left when I was two. I always believed she left us for a man with money. I’ve recently found out that wasn’t true.” He took a deep breath and her hand rested gently on his chest as she moved closer to him. He took strength from her closeness. “Someone was impersonating me—” “Liam?” He nodded. “Right. Liam. It turns out Liam is my brother. He was trying to draw me out and get me to notice him. He ultimately wanted to meet his father. He didn’t
“Are you looking for this?” the security guy asked, holding out an old-fashioned paper ticket. Emma laughed as she snatched it from him, waving it over her shoulder as she jogged toward the front doors of the building. She slid into the car and Brian looked at her expectantly. “Um…” Emma looked between Brian and Cassie. “I want to say Luna Park, but I don’t think that’s right.” “Why Luna Park?” Cassie asked. Emma held up the ticket in her hand. “We went to a fête in Merveille and rode the Ferris wheel.” “The Melbourne Star,” Brian said, his voice gruff. “Of course!” Cassie cried excitedly, leaning over to give Brian a smacking kiss. “You’re brilliant.” Emma could barely keep still as Brian drove them across town toward the Docklands and the giant observation wheel. As much as she was enjoying herself, she wanted to see him. She had already forgiven him for his lie and now she desperately wanted to ask his forgiveness for her stupid, fearful, erratic
She walked around the corner expecting to see Jonathon outside the patisserie, but there was no one there. She stepped inside breathed in the sweet scent of pastries and chocolate and looked around, hoping to spot him, but he wasn’t there. “Are you Emma?” a lady asked. “Yeah,” Emma said, turning to the woman who sat at a small table with a familiar little box in front of her. “This is for you,” the woman said, standing and walking away. Emma sat and took the box, pulling at the bow and opening it to see another chocolate truffle, this time it had an ’S’ written on top of it in dark chocolate. She didn’t need the little ‘Eat Me’ note to know what to do. She put the truffle on her tongue and closed her eyes. The chocolate coating melted away to leave behind a cake center with the sweet tang of apricot jam. “Sachertorte,” she mumbled to herself as she sighed and opened her eyes. Emma picked up the note that had nestled beside the truffle in the box.The first time we made lov
Dear Emma,The first time we met I wanted to kiss you. I knew I couldn’t. I knew it was stepping across a line both personally and professionally, but still, I couldn’t deny the attraction I felt.Our relationship has had an unconventional start, a bit of a rocky middle, and an absolutely appalling ending, but there were some real high points along the way. Let me remind you of how good it was between us and how good it could be again.Do you remember our first kiss? I don’t think I will ever forget it. I thought I knew what I was getting myself in for when I leaned down to brush my lips across yours, but I was a fool. You were so much more than I ever thought I would ever experience. You took my breath away and I lost a little bit of my heart to you at that moment.If it meant as much to you as it did to me, meet me there at the place where we first kissed.Jonathon.Emma could feel the wetness on her cheeks and she sniffed as she wiped at the tears. “Well?” Cassie asked, rocking o
It was the first Saturday morning Emma could ever remember that had the three of them sitting around the kitchen table eating pancakes and laughing. What would have been a simple, family Saturday morning ritual for some was something out of a fairy tale for Emma. She knew they were a long way from being a happy family, there was still a lot of hurt to navigate and broken trust to overcome, but it was a start and for once in her life, she was willing to just go with it. On this day, Devi was back to the woman she vaguely remembered from before Tom died and Emma wanted to soak it up and memorize it. From pancakes, they’d gone to gardening. Emma shared her plans with Devi and Kirra. She would let the lease go on her flat and move back in here permanently. It meant she would be on hand if Devi needed her and hopefully give some stability for Kirra’s final year of school. After she graduated and went off to uni, Emma could look at what would happen next. They all agreed that if they were
Emma wanted to believe her, but it was tempting to turn away and close her heart off so she couldn’t be hurt again. Except it would hurt anyway. If there was one thing she learned through this whole saga with Jonathon it was that closing your heart off to others was a mistake. You ended up hurting everyone that way, not least of all yourself. She put her arm around Devi and hugged her. “Good for you mum,” she said.Jonathon worked all night and most of the day. He tried calling Emma but when she didn’t pick up or reply to his texts after the first twenty or so, he gave up. What he had to say needed to be said in person anyway. Inspired by the woman he had fallen irrevocably in love with, he had spent the night holed up in his test kitchen creating the perfect set of truffles. Anybody could buy a box of chocolates or a bunch of flowers but only he could create an entire set of truffles that spelled out just how much he loved her and how much she had impacted his life. He had words
Kirra said when Emma finally made it home. Emma had been wandering around the city trying to come to terms with what all this meant for her life going forward. She had made some hard decisions, but she felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. It hadn’t helped with the pain in her chest where her heart was currently crumbling away to dust, but at least she knew that she wasn’t going to end up like her mother just because she had fallen in love. Life was always going to throw her curve balls and she just learned something about herself. Despite her previous belief, she was actually strong enough to withstand them, even swing the bat at them, and make the best out of a bad situation. “Hey, yourself,” she said, sitting at the table opposite Kirra. “Where’s Zoë?” “She had to go and run some errands.” “Where’s mum?” Kirra bit her lip and her eyes teared up. “I don’t know.” “She’s not here?” Emma asked, sitting up straighter and leaning forward. “When I got home, Z