Chapter 33

Chapter Thirty-Three

K iera sat on the living room floor in her flat. From here, she could see the photo album in her bookcase. She hadn’t looked at it since she’d left the house. Horseshoes on the spine, the wedding date emblazoned in turquoise. She couldn’t remember why she’d thought it was a good idea to bring it with her when she packed her things. She had stared for too long, the dust motes dancing in the beam of sunshine between her and the album. How bad could it be? Images of disaster ran through her mind. Opening the cover, followed by immediate spontaneous combustion; evidence of a big decision she had made in her life, that had gone wrong. Evidence of a mistake, perhaps.

She reached out and pulled the album from the shelf. It fell open at a picture of her and Chrissie in their dresses, fingers entwined, smiling broadly for the camera. Kiera waited for the explosion.

Her phone pinged again.