After only a matter of years, Connor ended up in Dorset. More specifically, in the Charminster Compound, where he successfully applied for the position of electrician. The job came with a very nice apartment and some very interesting gossip on the lives of the rich Perimeter inhabitants.
No coincidence then, that Connor found himself in this part of the country. He had no illusions that he and I would ever regain any of our past connection, but was perversely curious as to why I’d been so quick to abandon hope he would return to me and why I’d gone back to my ex-boyfriend again. He felt angry and betrayed by me and he needed to exorcise the demons of the past.
Prior to arriving in Dorset, he decided to change his name to something that would give him more anonymity. He didn’t want me to hear his name and feel uncomfortable that he was there or, even worse, feel sorry for him. Being a highly-sought-after tradesman, it was likely his name would become well-known, in whatever area he settled in and he wanted to observe me from afar, at his own pace without fear of discovery. Maybe he’d contact me in the future, but he wanted it to be on his own terms, in his own time.
He experimented with a few different names, before settling on Ron. He didn’t particularly like the name, but it was the end of his first name, spelled backwards, so he felt a certain affinity with it. He chose his new surname after his two saviours - Corby and Irene Chambers who had felt like family to him. And so he became Ron Chambers.
He heard many people talk about the wealthy Culpeppers, Johnny Culpepper in particular. But after hearing all the talk, he only knew me now as a beautiful, rich lady with two pretty daughters. Then, almost fourteen years after they had last seen each other, he ran into my brother, Tom.
Tom was at the compound visiting his new girlfriend, a gardener who did a lot of work at our Perimeter. She and Tom had been a sort-of item for the past few months. It was a tricky business, trying to have a relationship with someone who didn’t live within the same walls, but I think that was part of its charm - the difficulties and the dangers.
‘Connor?’ Tom exclaimed, as he made his way to his girlfriend’s bedsit. ‘It is you, isn’t it? We thought you were dead, man.’ He clasped Connor’s arms.
‘Tom? What are you doing here?’
‘I live in Bournemouth now, near my sister. God, Ellie’s gonna freak.’
‘I heard she got married.’
‘It’s a long story, mate. Do you live here? Is there somewhere we can go and chat?’
Chapter Forty Three
Eleanor
*
After I’d heard Connor’s story from Tom, I knew I’d have to see him. Tom drove me to the compound and dropped me outside a large seventies style apartment block.
‘I’ll pick you up at ten, okay?’
I looked at my watch. That would give me three hours. I worried that three hours would be too long. Then I worried that it wouldn’t be long enough.
‘See you later,’ I replied. ‘Thanks, Tom.’
I started walking up the entrance steps, stopped and turned to watch as Tom drove out of view. I could hardly feel the ground beneath my feet and I clutched the metal handrail. I was scared and excited, but I didn’t let myself think about what this reunion would mean. Was I mad to be doing this?
I looked at the blur of flat numbers on the foyer wall. Eventually 26B came into focus and I pressed the button.
‘Hello?’ came a tinny voice. That familiar northern accent which made my stomach flip.
‘It’s me. Eleanor.’
A buzzer sounded and I pushed the heavy glass door. I walked up the stairs, almost dizzy with anticipation and nerves, stale cooking smells assaulting my nostrils. Finally I reached his floor and, as I emerged from the stairwell, I saw him standing there in his half-open doorway. He grinned at me. I smiled nervously back. As we looked at each other, the years disappeared and I realised, on one level at least, nothing had changed.
‘Ellie.’
‘Hi, Connor.’ He looked the same but different. He had filled out, turned into a man. His shoulders were broader and his face had lost its youthfulness. Thick stubble grazed his chin and his hair had flecks of grey. I wondered what he thought of me.
He put his hand on the small of my back to guide me into the apartment. His touch lit up all my nerve endings.
We sat opposite each other in a large airy lounge.
‘You look good, Ellie. I missed you. All these years …’
‘I know. I thought you were … Did Tom tell you, we thought you were dead?’
‘Yeah. Abi and Sam did a good job didn’t they?’
‘She lied to my face. She told me you’d been shot. Killed.’
‘Nice.’
‘I knew she could get a bit jealous, but I’d never have thought she could be so spiteful. Vindictive. Why? What was the point?’
‘Oh, she was unhappy. She wanted to spread it around; make us as miserable as she was. I saw her after they let me out. She enjoyed telling me you were happily married to Johnny.’
I coloured. What must Connor think of me … running back to my ex?
‘It’s all history now though.’ He stood up. ‘D’you want a drink? I’ve got elderberry wine. It’s pretty horrible …’
I laughed. ‘Thanks. I’ll give it a go.’ I stood up to follow him.
‘Sit down. I’ll bring it in.’
As I sat there, nerves assailed me. I felt sixteen again. Uncertain. Unconfident.
Connor came back into the room with two glasses. He sat next to me this time. His thigh brushing mine. The wine glasses on the coffee table, the scent of my lover returned from the dead.
‘You’re so beautiful, Ellie. More beautiful now. I missed you so much.’ He took one of my curls and twirled it through his calloused fingers.
I couldn’t speak. He kissed my eyelid, my cheek, my mouth.
*
Connor and I began a desperate, hungry affair. Compulsive. I had my security and comfort at home with a loving family and I had my childhood sweetheart returned to me. My pale-skinned, dark-eyed lover. It was exhilarating, but uncomfortable. I hadn’t realised how much I’d missed him and we did our best to try to make up for all the stolen years. We inhabited a bubble, completely separate from normal life, like stepping out of time. Our meetings had their own illicit flavour, their own shape and colour.
One evening, we were chatting in his little kitchen, as a pan of risotto bubbled on the stove. He sat at the table sipping a beer.
‘Remind me. How did we manage to let Bletchley and Abigail wreck this?’ I asked him.
‘I never liked that bitch,’ he replied, stretching out his legs onto the other kitchen chair. ‘You sure you don’t want any help?’ he asked.
‘No, I want to cook you a meal. Just sit and talk to me. I really don’t know how I had her as a friend for so long.’ I shook out a tablecloth and watched it billow down over the table. Then I put a cream candle on the centre of the cloth and took Johnny’s lighter out of my pocket to light it with. A yellow flame flared to life.
‘We could’ve been together all those years,’ Connor said, staring at the candle. ‘And now we’re hiding away in my apartment like criminals. We could’ve had a family of our own. I’d have loved to have had kids with you, Ellie.’
Another secret.
I took a sip of my beer. I hadn’t meant to speak of it, and I knew it would be yet another betrayal of Johnny and his years of love and kindness, but I hated to see the look of sadness in Connor’s eyes. And I felt he deserved to know why I married Johnny so quickly after his disappearance.
‘Connor,’ I began.
‘Mmm?’
‘You need to know something … Riley. Well … She’s yours.’ I hadn’t meant to blurt it out like that.
‘What?’
‘Riley’s yours. She’s your daughter.’
‘What do you mean? She’s … Riley’s my daughter? I’ve got a daughter?’
‘After you were taken away, I found out I was pregn
ant. I didn’t know what to do.’
His face bleached white. He stood up, frowned, balled his fists and pressed his lips together.
‘Connor? Are you okay?’
‘So Johnny had her too? He had you … and he had my child.’
‘I know. I’m so, so sorry. But I really thought you had died. If I’d had any idea you were out there somewhere, alive, I would’ve searched for you … I would’ve …’
‘I’ve got a daughter.’ He exhaled and sat back down. The candle flickered.
‘Connor … Are you okay?’
‘I don’t know.’ He chewed his thumb nail and stared at a point on the wall.
I felt nervous. I thought he was going to do something. Smash something up or shout or … something. I turned off the heat on the stove and came and sat opposite him.
‘Connor …’
‘What?’ he snapped, then immediately looked contrite, reached across and took my hands. ‘Sorry. I know it’s not your fault. But I feel cheated. Like my life was stolen …’
‘I know.’
‘When can I meet her?’
‘I really don’t think that’s … That’s not going to be possible. Riley thinks Johnny is her father and …’
‘Does he know? Does Johnny know she’s not his?’
‘Yes. He knew from the start.’
‘Does she look like me?’
‘Yes. Very much like you.’
‘I have to meet her.’
‘No. She wouldn’t understand. It would hurt her too much.’
‘But …’
‘No.’
Eventually, he accepted they would never be able to meet. He didn’t like it, but he reluctantly agreed that such a revelation would not be good for Riley. We had no appetite for anything that evening. The risotto went cold, congealed and I threw it in the bin.
*
Connor and I continued to see each other whenever we could. Tom knew about it and, whilst he disapproved, he also understood the depth of our feelings and knew about the injustice that originally doomed our lives together.
A few months later, Connor secured a short-term, but well-paid job within our Perimeter. It was a word-of-mouth thing and I felt very nervous about him getting the contract with my good friends and neighbours, the Donovans. I warned him to keep his head down and be careful. I dreaded to think what would happen if Johnny recognised him.
I loved Johnny and I adored my girls, but Connor was like a drug that made me high. I could think of nothing else but my overwhelming need to be with him. It almost drove me insane to know he was working next door, but I couldn’t see him.
One night, Johnny was out at Hook, the girls were asleep and I’d left the Perimeter to drive over to Connor’s apartment. We lay entwined on his bed and I still wondered at the effect he had on me, even after all these years. I felt like a teenager again, nervous and in awe. I’d been there several hours and knew I’d have to leave in a few minutes. I couldn’t chance being away from the Perimeter for too long.
I stretched and sat up, but he pulled me back down towards him. I didn’t resist and we lay there together for a while longer.
‘You’re a bit serious tonight, Ellie.’
‘Just thinking.’ I traced a pattern with my finger on his chest.’
‘Thinking about what?’
‘You know what you could do …’
‘I can think of plenty of things I could do,’ Connor smirked.
‘Not that,’ I laughed. ‘No honestly, I’ve had an idea.’
He raised an eyebrow.
‘If you cut a small entrance hole in the perimeter fence, somewhere out of the way, it would be easy for us to meet up.’
‘You want me to vandalise your beloved perimeter fence?’
‘I know it’s a bit radical, but it would be worth it. It’s getting really tricky for me to get out and see you. The guards are going to start gossiping and I’m worried someone here will recognise me.’
‘Hmmm.’
‘Oh I know!’ As we lay there talking, my idea took on more shape. ‘You could make the hole next door … at Eddie and Rita’s. The Perimeter backs onto their garden. You’re working there anyway. It would be easy and they’re away all the time …’
‘Hang on,’ he laughed. ‘Slow down. Do you know what would happen if they found me doing that? They’d put a rope round my neck.’
‘How would they ever find out? You could make it right at the back of the garden, behind the poolhouse, behind all the bushes. No one would ever see it.’
‘I don’t know, Ellie …’
‘It could be a little entrance you could crawl through, to meet up with me. It would be romantic, exciting.’ I sat up and flashed him a pleading smile. ‘The poolhouse would be the perfect place to meet.’
‘God, okay, okay.’
‘Really?’ I squealed.
‘Yes. But on one condition.’
‘What?’
‘Stay here tonight. For at least a couple more hours.’
‘I can’t, Connor. You know I’ve got to …’
‘Oh well. Deal’s off.’
‘Grrr. Okay. But they might notice I’m …’
‘Stop being so paranoid, woman.’
‘Can’t help it.’ But I shivered in anticipation of another two hours in the company of my lover.
‘Now come here and kiss me.’ His rough fingertips softly tilted my chin up towards him and all thoughts of home were obliterated.
I am ashamed and horrified at my selfishness, but I was in a blind whirlwind of rekindled passion. That's what I keep telling myself anyway.
Chapter Forty Four
Eleanor
*
‘Here, look,’ I whispered. ‘This is perfect.’ I picked up a large brown stone and placed it just inside the fence, next to the entrance hole.
Connor had managed to disable the electricity and cut out a small section of fence at the back of my neighbours’ garden.
‘I’ll be able to leave a note for you underneath the stone, with a date and a time. You can hide your van somewhere out there and then crawl through to meet me.’
‘I might not always be able to make it though,’ Connor said.
‘Well same here. But we can try.’
‘Can we try now?’
‘Eddie and Rita are away, Luc’s training today …’
‘Anyone else?’ he asked.
‘Nope. The poolhouse is always unlocked. There’s a nice comfy sofa …’
He grabbed my hand and led me through the trees towards the poolhouse.
The Donovans always let me know when they would be away, so it was easy for me and Connor to meet up. Sometimes he would be there and sometimes he wouldn’t. Sometimes I would be so desperate to see him, I would get Tom to cover for me and I would drive over to the compound anyway. But I knew it was dangerous on all sorts of levels, and the risk of being discovered increased.
One summer evening, Johnny was out working as usual. He wouldn’t be back until early morning. I felt bored and restless. I couldn’t settle to anything. The girls were in their rooms listening to music. I felt caged in. I didn’t feel like an adult with responsibilities. I didn’t feel like a parent. I had a yearning to do something fun and reckless, like going out partying or getting drunk, or …
I went down to the annexe to see Tom.
‘Hi, Sis. What’s up?’
‘Bored.’
‘What are you? Twelve?’
‘Ha, very funny. I’m serious. I might go and see Connor.’ I walked past him, into the kitchen and sat at the small round table.
‘Don’t go,’ he frowned, closing the front door and following me in.
‘Johnny’s out again. The girls are in their rooms. What could it hurt?’
‘You need to end it, Ellie. It’s going to wreck everything. End it or come clean.’
‘I know, I know. It’s just … It’s complicated. It’s Connor. Oh, it’s not fair.’
‘You’re right,
it’s not fair. But what about Johnny? What about the girls?’
‘I know. I’ll end it.’
‘You said that before.’
‘No. I mean it. I’ll end it tonight.’
He raised his eyebrows and I felt scepticism radiating out of him.
‘I will.’
‘You should.’
I stood up and headed back towards the front door. My heart beat excitedly at the thought of seeing him. How could I possibly end it? I’d think about it. I ran back home and shouted up to the girls that I’d be at Tom’s if they needed me. Then I jumped into my AV and started up the engine.
Charlie Duke’s disapproving stare followed me out, as I drove through the Perimeter gate.
‘Miserable old git,’ I muttered.
I turned left and was immediately blinded by the full glare of the dying evening sun. I quickly flicked on the windscreen filter, muting the sharp rays. A muffled thud startled me and my heart sank as I saw a dark figure lying by the side of the fence. I didn’t stop, but slowed down and glanced in my wing mirror.
‘A man.’ I breathed out and realised I’d been holding my breath for quite a time. I sucked in a lungful of air and made brief eye contact with him in the mirror as he lifted his head. I must have hit him and I felt a lip-biting pang of concern. But everybody knew you didn’t stop for anything outside the Perimeter. People had been killed before, doing just that. In fact it was a common trick used by muggers to get people out of their vehicles – they’d pretend to be hit and then attack the concerned driver.
I’m sure he’ll be okay. I reasoned, convinced and then banished my already stretched conscience.
I suppose I should have turned back and asked one of the guards to check him to see if he was okay, but I didn’t. I drove to see Connor and left my girls home alone. I returned, safe and sound, to Tom’s annexe by five am. By the time I got home, Skye was already dead.
*
My baby was dead and it was my fault. Mine.
A knock at my bedroom door. Go away, I thought. Leave me alone.
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