Home Truths. Susan Lewis
Читать онлайн.| Название | Home Truths |
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| Автор произведения | Susan Lewis |
| Жанр | Зарубежные любовные романы |
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| Издательство | Зарубежные любовные романы |
| Год выпуска | 0 |
| isbn | 9780008286804 |
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2019
Copyright © Susan Lewis 2019
Cover design by Claire Ward © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2019
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Source ISBN: 9780008286781
Ebook Edition © August 2019 ISBN: 9780008286804
Version: 2019-07-09
To Rachel Parfitt
and to everyone who gives
so selflessly of their time and expertise
to help those in need
Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Acknowledgements
Keep Reading …
About the Author
Also by Susan Lewis
About the Publisher
‘Don’t go! Please … Oh God, no, please don’t …’
‘I can’t take any more, Angie. I swear … If you’d seen what I just have …’
‘Whatever it is …’
‘Our five-year-old son had a syringe in his hand,’ he raged, almost choking on the words.
‘Oh my God. Oh Steve …’
‘I need to find Liam, and when I do I’m turning him in to the police along with every other one of those lowlife bastards …’
‘No! No!’
He could still hear his wife screaming down the phone, begging him to stop as he tossed his mobile on to the passenger seat and steered the van, almost on two wheels, out of the street.
He’d had enough. He didn’t care about the danger he was putting himself in, or what might happen after, he was too enraged for that. You bastard! How dare you … He’s a child, for God’s sake … The words circled endlessly through his head.
It took a while to get across town. He barely even saw the traffic, or the red lights that tried to delay him, as though giving him some time to think. He didn’t want it. He was past thinking, past caring about anything other than the need to make this stop.
When he reached the hellish streets, the sore at the heart of the sprawling estate, he screeched to a halt on the infamous Colemead Lane and leapt out. He was so pumped with fury that his fists were already clenched, his muscles tensed for attack. His rationale had fled, along with his temper and sense of self-preservation.
He looked around, his eyes fierce. The mostly destitute houses with boarded-up windows and padlocked doors were as silent as graves. The tower blocks at the end with graffitied walls and urine-soaked stairwells rose drearily towards a patched grey sky. Even the