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She took a cake from the tin, so annoyed she took a bigger bite than she intended to. Too big. Damn. Her teeth were jammed together so now she couldn’t even speak. Instead she chewed slowly, feeling like a python that had swallowed its prey whole.

Her mother went back to sorting papers. “Mack is doing well. Like Lauren, she is very disciplined.”

The implication being that she, Jenna, showed no self-discipline at all.

She swallowed.

Finally. In the battle of woman against cupcake she was the victor.

“Good to know.”

“Lauren is lucky Mack hasn’t turned out to be a wild child like—” her mother waved her hand vaguely “—some people.”

“You mean me.” Jenna kept her tone light. “Thanks, Mom.”

“You have to admit you didn’t sit round waiting for trouble to find you. You went out looking for it and you dragged your poor sister into it with you. You, Jenna Elizabeth Stewart, were enough to give any mother gray hairs.”

“I’ve been Sullivan for more than a decade, Mom.”

“I know.” Nancy’s expression softened. “And y

ou are lucky to have that man.”

Annoyed: irritated or displeased.

“He’s lucky to have me, too.”

“I know. But let’s be honest—you stopped getting into trouble the day you married Greg.” She glanced at the clock. “It will be dark soon. You should probably leave.”

“I can drive in the dark, Mom. There’s this amazing invention called headlights.”

“I don’t like you driving in the dark. Remember when you drove the car into the ditch?”

She did remember, but even smashing her head against the windshield hadn’t been as uncomfortable as this stroll down memory lane. “I was twenty-one. My driving has improved since then.” Jenna stood up. “But you’re right. I should go. I need to stop at the store to pick up some things for dinner. Take care, Mom. Enjoy your book group.”

“I will. Thanks for dropping by.”

As if she was a stranger, not family.

There were days when Jenna wondered whether the only way to get closer to her mother was to join the book group.

4

Nancy

Secret: a fact that is known by only a small number

of people, and is not told to anyone else

As soon as the door slammed behind her daughter, Nancy grabbed her coat.

She’d been so desperate for Jenna to leave, she’d almost bundled her out of the house.

Pushing her arms into the sleeves, she stepped into the garden.

At this time of year it looked sad and tired. Maintaining a coastal garden was always a challenge, and this one was particularly exposed.

The narrow strip of windswept land was all that separated The Captain’s House from the sea. She’d seen this view in every season and every mood. Today the surface of the water was smooth, almost glass-like, but she knew it could change in a moment from deceptive calm to boiling anger. Her seafaring ancestors would have told her that you should never trust the sea.

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