When He Fell
The powerfully gripping new book from USA Today bestselling author Kate Hewitt.Josh and Ben are nine years old and best friends, until a single, careless act in the school playground destroys the lives of both families – and wrenches their small Manhattan school apart.As both mothers Maddie and Joanna try to find out what really happened between the boys, they discover the truth is far more complicated and painful than either of them could have ever realised… with lasting repercussions for both families.And when tragedy strikes again in the most unexpected of ways, the lives of these two women will be changed once more, and this time forever.When He Fell explores the issues of parental responsibility and guilt, and whether there are some acts that human nature just cannot forgive…
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A heartbreaking page-turner for fans of Jodi Picoult and Diane Chamberlain from USA Today bestselling author Kate Hewitt.
Josh and Ben are nine years old and best friends, until a single, careless act in the school playground destroys the lives of both families â and wrenches their small Manhattan school apart.
As both mothers Maddie and Joanna try to find out what really happened between the boys, they discover the truth is far more complicated and painful than either of them could have ever realised⦠with lasting repercussions for both families.
And when tragedy strikes again in the most unexpected of ways, the lives of these two women will be changed once more, and this time forever.
And Then He Fell explores the issues of parental responsibility and guilt, and whether there are some acts that human nature just cannot forgiveâ¦
And Then He Fell
Kate Hewitt
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First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2015
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E-book Edition © June 2015 ISBN: 9781474034654
Version date: 2018-07-02
KATE HEWITT
After spending three years as a diehard New Yorker and four years in a remote village in the Lake District, Kate now lives in the glorious Cotswolds with her husband, five children, and Golden Retriever.
She writes womenâs fiction as well as contemporary romance for Mills & Boon Modern, and whatever the genre she enjoys delivering a compelling and intensely emotional story. Find out more about her books at www.kate-hewitt.com, and follow her blog at www.acumbrianlife.blogspot.co.uk.
To those who have found hope amidst tragedy, and strength in suffering. You know who you are, and you have been an incredible encouragement to me in the difficult times Iâve faced.
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About the Publisher
My phone rings on a Tuesday afternoon, in the middle of a meeting. Not an important meeting, nothing crucial or critical or even remotely urgent. Just a boring meeting to go over new HR procedures for the pharmaceutical company I hate working for. But one of Alwin Pharmaceuticalsâ policies is no phones in meetings, and so I reach into my bag and switch it to silent without so much as glancing at the screen. My boss, Elena Drummond, gives me a pointed look and an over-loud throat clearing before she continues.
Itâs only later, when Iâm back in my cubicle in a fluorescent-lit office on the fourteenth floor of a nondescript building in midtown, that I happen to glance at it, and then only because it falls out of my bag when I toss it onto my desk.
Missed Call. Benâs School. I put the ID in as Benâs school rather than its full title, The Burgdorf Institute for Committed Learning, because I joke to people, even as I mean it semi-seriously, that it sounds like a mental institution. Sometimes I wonder if it is. I certainly donât fit in with the two kinds of mothers whose children attend Burgdorf. First there are the hippy-dippy types like my friend Juliet; her husband is a board member and hedge fund manager. They could afford to send their three girls to one of Manhattanâs best private schools but they chose Burgdorf because they are committed to its âprinciples of learning as explorationâ as well as Burgdorfâs motto, âEducating The Individual As Well As The Citizenâ. Whatever that means.
The other kind of mother at Burgdorf is the pinched and bitterly disappointed woman whose child hasnât been able to get in anywhere else.
And then there is me. And Ben. But weâve always been misfits, skirting the periphery of other peopleâs lives. Iâm not sure I know how to do or be anything else.
Now I reach for my phone and press a button to return the call, sending up a silent entreaty to whoever cares that Ben isnât in trouble. Again.
