KATHLEEN MCGURL lives near the sea in Bournemouth, UK, with her husband. She has two sons who are now grown-up and have left home. She began her writing career creating short stories, and sold dozens to women’s magazines in the UK and Australia. Then she got side-tracked onto family history research – which led eventually to writing novels with genealogy themes. She has always been fascinated by the past, and the ways in which the past can influence the present, and enjoys exploring these links in her novels.
After a thirty-one-year career in the IT industry she is now a full-time author, and very much enjoying the change of lifestyle.
When not writing she likes to go out running. She also adores mountains and is never happier than when striding across the Lake District fells, following a route from a Wainwright guidebook.
You can find out more at her website: http://kathleenmcgurl.com/, or follow her on Twitter: @KathMcGurl.
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‘An absorbing, dual-timeline story that packs an emotional punch’
The Emerald Comb
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The Daughters of Red Hill Hall
The Girl from Ballymor
The Drowned Village
The Forgotten Secret
The Stationmaster’s Daughter
KATHLEEN MCGURL
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First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2019
Copyright © Kathleen McGurl 2019
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This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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Source ISBN: 9780008331115
E-book Edition © 2019 ISBN: 9780008243906
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Table of Contents
Cover
About the Author
Readers Love Kathleen McGurl
Also by Kathleen McGurl
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter 1: Tilly – present day
Chapter 2: Ted – 1935
Chapter 3: Tilly
Chapter 4: Ted
Chapter 5: Tilly
Chapter 6: Ted
Chapter 7: Tilly
Chapter 8: Ted
Chapter 9: Tilly
Chapter 10: Ted
Chapter 11: Tilly
Chapter 12: Ted
Chapter 13: Tilly
Chapter 14: Ted
Chapter 15: Tilly
Chapter 16: Ted
Chapter 17: Tilly
Chapter 18: Ted
Chapter 19: Tilly
Chapter 20: Ted
Chapter 21: Tilly
Chapter 22: Ted
Chapter 23: Tilly
Chapter 24: Ted
Chapter 25: Tilly
Chapter 26: Ted
Chapter 27: Tilly
Chapter 28: Annie
Chapter 29: Tilly
Chapter 30: Annie
Chapter 31: Tilly
Epilogue
Author’s Note
Acknowledgements
Extract
Dear Reader …
About the Publisher
For my brother Nigel
who provided much of the inspiration for this novel
For a moment he was frozen, unable to move, unable to react to what had just happened. Time stood still, and he stood with it, not seeing, not hearing, doing nothing.
And then as his senses returned he registered screams of horror, followed by the sight of that broken and twisted body lying at the foot of the stairs. How had it happened? Annie was screaming, lung-bursting screams of pain and terror. His instinct was to rush to her, gather her up and hold her, but would that make things worse? There was no going back now. No returning to how things used to be, before … before today, before all the horrible, life-changing events of the day. It was all over now.
The screams continued, and he knew that the next minutes would alter his life forever. He knew too that even without the broken body, the screams, the fall, his life had already changed irrevocably. The door to a future he had only dared dream of had been slammed shut in his face.
He allowed himself a moment’s grief for what had been and for what might have yet been, and then he shook himself into action, hurrying down the stairs to deal with it all. Not to put it right – that wasn’t possible – but to do his best. For Annie.