The Broken Man. Josephine Cox
Читать онлайн.| Название | The Broken Man |
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| Автор произведения | Josephine Cox |
| Жанр | Современная зарубежная литература |
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| Издательство | Современная зарубежная литература |
| Год выпуска | 0 |
| isbn | 9780007419906 |
Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF
First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins 2013
Copyright © Josephine Cox 2013
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Source ISBN: 9780007419913
Ebook Edition © October 2013 ISBN: 9780007419906
Version: 2017-05-22
To my darling Ken, as always.
To the musical Murphy family in Ireland. Hope all is well with you. Much love, Jo x
Contents
THERE WAS SOMETHING disturbing about young Adam.
Deep inside, he carried a secret that he could never tell anyone.
Phil knew, though, because he recognised that certain look: the slump of the shoulders; the sad eyes that gave little away.
Having fought for king and country, Phil knew what it was like to carry a secret. Over the years he had learned to live with the vivid memory of terrible scenes he had witnessed.
He could banter with old companions, but the loneliness of guarding his secret was often unbearable.
Though his life was not empty, he ached for the company of a very special person, the one lovely woman he had loved with every fibre of his being. The only woman who was able to bring sunshine into his life, even on a rainy day.
He