The Forgetting by Hannah Beckerman

Author:Hannah Beckerman [Beckerman, Hannah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Literary, Psychological, Thrillers, Domestic
ISBN: 9781542030380
Google: oPr3zgEACAAJ
Amazon: B09TKG1NLT
Publisher: Lake Union Publishing
Published: 2023-04-14T23:00:00+00:00

LIVVY

BRISTOL

Livvy was aware of her heart rate accelerating.

In front of her, Dominic sat in the armchair, his expression blank, unreadable.

Possibilities tumbled through Livvy’s mind like Alice down the rabbit hole, too quick for her to grab hold of.

Dominic reclined in his chair, stretched his legs out in front of him. ‘I’ve got a new job.’

It was so unexpected that for a moment Livvy struggled to reply. ‘A new job? I didn’t know you were even looking. Your Sheffield contract doesn’t finish for ages.’

Dominic shook his head, grinned as though he were in possession of the world’s most delicious secret. ‘It’s not for when Sheffield finishes. It’s starting in seven weeks.’

‘Seven weeks? But what about Sheffield? You said you couldn’t possibly leave before the build’s finished.’

Dominic waved a hand dismissively in the air. ‘They’ll survive. And Sheffield’s only a temporary contract. This new job’s permanent.’

Frustration blazed in Livvy’s cheeks. ‘So when I needed you to finish the Sheffield contract on time so I could take my promotion, your contract was absolutely unbreakable. But now you’ve got a new job, you’re going to terminate it early?’ The question was sharp in her mouth, like the finely tuned point of an arrowhead.

Dominic leant forward, took hold of Livvy’s hands. ‘Sweetheart, there was no way I could have broken that contract if I was still going to be self-employed. My name would have been mud, and I’d never have got another job. I’m only doing it now because this new role is permanent. You know I’d never deliberately stand in the way of your career. But my hands were tied then.’

For a few seconds, Livvy could find no adequate response. Their conversations over the past fortnight – about the promotion, about her return to work, about Dominic’s Sheffield contract – flitted in her head like the wings of a hummingbird, too fast for her to focus. ‘So if you’re coming back from Sheffield early, we won’t need any help with childcare from my parents or Bea?’

Dominic sat up straight, crossed one leg over the other at the knee, the hem of his trousers riding up over his ankle. ‘Ah, well, that’s where the second part of the confession comes in.’ He smiled, in the way a child who’s just found a secret stash of chocolate might smile. ‘The new job’s in London.’ There was a note of triumph in his voice, as though he’d presented her with a winning lottery ticket.

The implication of Dominic’s news flailed in Livvy’s head. ‘You’re going to commute to London?’

Dominic laughed extravagantly. ‘Of course not. It’s a permanent job. We’ll have to move there.’

The words took a few moments to settle, like the first flakes of snow on hard winter ground. ‘Move to London? All of us?’ Even as she said it, it sounded foolish, implausible.

‘It’ll be great – a new adventure.’

Livvy stood up from the stool, moved to the sofa, folded her arms across her chest. ‘But I don’t want to move to London. My life’s here.’

Dominic picked up a glass of water from the bookshelf.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.