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The Other Mother
Suzannah is pregnant with her third child. The first is in prison. The second is dead. How far will she go to keep her unborn baby safe?
When Suzannah learns she is pregnant, she feels like safety and happiness are finally within reach. Her handsome, successful fiancé, Alec, is over the moon about the baby. He proposes and pampers her. He thinks this is Suzannah’s first marriage and first child, but she’s keeping a few secrets. Actually, a lot of secrets. And they are dangerous…putting Suzannah in a position where she must choose who and what she’s willing to sacrifice to keep her baby and her freedom.
Drowning in her lies, Suzannah is desperate to bury her past, but her ex-husband, who abandoned her years ago, returns, stalking her and demanding to know what really happened to their daughter. When the imprisoned serial killer who lured and groomed her son, threatens to sell his story to the press, Suzannah feels like the life she’d built and the precious one she’s growing, teeter on a precipice. Now the two children she’s hidden from Alec may be the least of her worries.
Extract from The Other Mother by Heidi Field
Suzannah is by her daughter’s grave, having just confessed to her fiancé , Alec, that the child she is carrying, his child, is not her first.
If only I had plucked up the courage to tell Alec about Lily in the first place, none of this would be happening. I could have said I was visiting her grave when I was visiting Mason and not had to make up the Blair lie, and if I’d only answered Breck’s calls when Mason was arrested then he never would have come looking for me. Back then was such a rollercoaster—the police, the media, Mason’s confession, prison—and then Alec came into my life completely unexpectedly and I didn’t want to spoil it. I was selfish. I wanted to keep him away from the muck and the mess and the monsters that had taken my children from me.
Trudging down the path to the cemetery gates, I put my hands under my belly to take the strain off my back. I need a hot drink and some hot food and my soft sofa. As I pull into the empty driveway, the light now all but gone, the house looks deserted. No lights in the windows, no sign of life. Alec did as he said he would.
He left.
Inside, I move around the kitchen in a daze, making a milky instant coffee, another cheese sandwich and putting some chocolate biscuits on the side of the plate. I take the food into the lounge and fetch my laptop from the office. I don’t want to think about how long Alec will be gone, so I open my laptop and click open a photography website: Blair’s Studio. I flick through the pages, looking at all the photographs of happy holidaymakers and couples getting married on the beach. Her business must be doing well. There is a photograph of her on the About Me page and a few paragraphs talking about her experience as a fashion photographer, her move to Gran Canaria and her family: husband, Scott, and new baby, Summer.
I hover my mouse pointer over the name Summer. Scott and Blair have a baby. A girl. They’ve moved on. It’s easier for them to start anew—their son died; he was murdered like all those other boys. He was a victim. My son is in prison; he’s the monster. I can’t run away and leave him behind.
Scott has a travel blog and writes articles for travel magazines and content for travel websites. I click on his webpage and browse the images of all the wonderful places he and Blair have travelled to. There are so many pictures of them together, her pregnant and smiling, happily surrounded by beautiful scenery, magnificent waterfalls, vast lakes, colossal mountains, lush forests and a myriad of quirky, colourful cities.
My boy killed their boy. A mercy killing, according to Mason, but nonetheless he snuffed out their son’s life. Of course they wanted to get away, as far away from Mason and Gunner and that shack and me as they possibly could. I can never be them. I can never put my son to rest and find the joy they have. Even if Alec does come back, I still have secrets, things I can never tell him, or Breck, or anyone. I don’t get a fresh start; all I can do is try and layer over the cracks, paste on a happy-ever-after for the present and hope the past doesn’t rear its ugly head and destroy my future.
I will always be that duck on the pond, however serene I make my life appear; below the surface I must paddle like crazy to keep myself afloat. The day I stop paddling will be the day I sink.
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The Other Mother
Heidi Field
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Author Bio
Heidi Field was raised in the beautiful countryside of the South of England with her parents and her two sisters. In her twenties she was a freelance Sports Massage Therapist. She achieved a Degree in Zoology at the age of thirty and then went on to raise two boys and became the stepmother of three more young children. She still lives near her family home with her partner, their Great Dane and the children that have yet to fly the nest. In her early forties Heidi completed a Masters in Creative Writing at Winchester University. She entered the course hoping she would become a children’s fantasy writer and left with a burning desire to write contemporary mysteries and thrillers. Heidi wanted to put relatable people in extraordinary situations, challenge them, push them to their limits and watch them fight for their sanity. The Other Mother is Heidi’s second novel, the next book in The Peasedale Woods Killers series.
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