Chapter Fifty Three

Chapter 53.

EASY enough to announce that she was answering the wake-up call that fate

had rung so loudly in her ears. It was quite another to look the world in the

eye at eight o’clock in the morning—and most of it appeared to be packed

into the underground train with her—and act on it.

Miracesca had put in a couple of years at the coal face of marketing

before she’d met Nate n. It hadn’t exactly been a riveting experience. What

ideas she’d offered had been brushed aside before, as the most junior

member of the team, she’d been despatched for coffee, sandwiches,

photocopying. She hadn’t needed too much persuading not to return after

Toby was born. None of the wives or partners of Nate n’s business friends

had worked, and it had been easy enough to fall into the round of gym

workouts, lunches and dinner parties. To pretend to herself that she had a

full and rewarding life.

Easy to pretend that she was happy. Bury the memory of a moment

when the world had appeared to light up. Nate was