The Mother’s Mistake by Ruth Heald
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 580 Kb
The Mother’s : Everyone makes mistakes. But does everyone deserve to be forgiven?
She runs past the tinkling of children’s laughter that fills the park. Heart hammering, feet stinging, she reaches the riverbank, her breath catching in her throat. And then she sees…
Three years later.
Claire has everything she’s always wanted. A new-born baby. A doting husband by her side. A picturesque home in the countryside.
But behind closed doors, Claire’s life is falling apart. Her husband is barely ever home, she’s struggling to bond with her baby girl, and she swears that she is being watched in the remote, lonely cottage.
And when a threatening note is posted through her letterbox, saying she doesn’t deserve her daughter, it’s clear that someone knows about the terrible mistake that Claire made – someone won’t let her forget it. Three years ago, she would have known who to turn to. But now she no longer recognises those closest to her, or the person she’s become. Who can she trust?
“Luckily for us, our daughter Olivia is abnormally calm. She’s slept the whole two hours from our flat in London. I gently unstrap her from the baby seat and lift her out, holding her up to see the cottage for the first time. She whimpers as she wakes, squinting against the bright winter sun.
Matt gets out of the car and puts his arm around me. I breathe in the cold, crisp air, feel it tingle on the back of my throat. None of the grit of London.
‘Happy?’ Matt asks, squeezing my arm.
‘Yes,’ I say, and joy wraps around me like a blanket. Already the past seems further away, a distant memory. Now is a new beginning, the start of our life together as a family. Only the future matters.
The removal van swings into the driveway, as my mother-in-law appears from the path down the side of the building, which leads to her house at the back of the cottage.
‘Claire,’ she says, giving me a brief hug before taking Olivia from my arms. She presses my baby to her chest and declares that she is the prettiest little thing she has ever seen.
I grin at Ruth. We’re lucky to have her. She’s letting us live in her mother’s cottage rent-free, so that we can save up for our own place.
Ruth looks doubtfully at the removal van. ‘You’ve got a lot of things.”