Rebecca Thornton

The Fallout


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      THE FALLOUT

      Rebecca Thornton

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      Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd

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      First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2019

      Copyright © Rebecca Thornton 2019

      Jacket design by Claire Ward © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2019

      Jacket photograph © Johnny Ring (women on bench); Shutterstock.com (all other images)

      Rebecca Thornton asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

      A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.

      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: 9780008373122

      Ebook Edition © December 2019 ISBN: 9780008373146

      Version: 2019-11-14

       Dedication

      For Walter and Dom

       Epigraph

      ‘Silent lies are more venomous than cruel truths’

       — Ben Oliveira

       Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      Copyright

      Dedication

      Epigraph

      Five Years Later

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       One Year Later

       Acknowledgements

       About the Author

       About the Publisher

      2 September 2014

      WhatsApp group: NCT West London Ladies

      Members: Victoria, Liza, Sarah, Miranda, Ella, Camilla

      Victoria: Hi guys. We are absolutely delighted to announce that Otto Arthur Stuart-Brown was born yesterday to a very proud Mummy and Daddy. Hit the September baby mark. Phew! Weighed 6 pounds and 5 oz. We are totally in love. Oxytocin, ladies! It’s the stuff of dreams.

      Camilla: Lovely news, Victoria. Elodie was born too, yesterday. Whopper at 9.9 oz.

      Miranda: Ah congrats everyone. I’m still waiting for my little bundle to arrive.

      Sarah: Me too

      Liza: Me three

      Victoria: Oh you ladies will be absolutely fine. Just remember. Breathe, let nature work its magic. Nothing to be worried about. And remember – they’re sensations. NOT contractions.

      Liza: How was it? We’re all dying to hear.

      Victoria: Good thanks! Bit tricky trying to type with one hand whilst I feed. Just enrolling him into schools!

      Miranda: Oh god. Schools? Really? Do you think I’ve missed my chance already? Where did you put him down?

      Victoria: @Miranda – I’ll ping you separately. Yes. I’d get on it. Got to do it now ladies, or you’ll miss the boat!

      Ella: Typing …

      WhatsApp group: Renegades

      Members: Liza, Sarah

      Liza: @Miranda, I’ll ping you separately – in our newly-named WhatsApp group. SMUG MUMS.

      Sarah: Hahaha I know!

      Liza: Shit I thought I sent that to the wrong group.

      Sarah: I’m so tired I think I might die.

      Liza: You’re tired now? Wait till you get this fucker out. THEN YOU’LL KNOW THE MEANING OF TIREDNESS. Joking.

      Sarah: Oh god. Wtf is with that