Finding Secrets

by Westwood, Lauren

  I pick off one of the cucumber slices and eat it. Around me, the sight of wall-to-wall Artex and avocado bathroom suite make my stomach give a little lurch. Why am I here when I should be standing at the head of a table filled with clever and interested students, engaging in intelligent debate about ‘The myth of feminist identity in Jane Austen’? What happened to the future that ‘might have been’: a scene in a romantic restaurant, wine and candles; Simon taking something from his pocket, down on one knee, everyone else stopping their conversations and turning to watch. I imagine the ring – he knows I like antiques, so maybe it will be something vintage –Victorian with seed pearls and tiny diamonds. And instantly, I will have joined the sisterhood of women who, after going through toil and hardship, finally get a happy ending.

  A happy ending. Was I so wrong to want one?

  I wash the mud off my face and look in the mirror. The woman who stares back is a little thinner than a month ago, with what a novelist might glibly describe as a heart-shaped face and porcelain skin. Her shoulder-length hair is thick and dark, and cut in a long bob. Only her eyes seem to have lost a little of their sparkle. While the sting of being usurped by the perfect ‘Ashley’ (‘I’m really sorry, Amy, but when I met her at that little “do” for new teachers, I just knew it was destiny’) has begun to numb slightly, the ache of what the hell I’m going to do now lingers on. A temp job is not what I had in mind. But I have to do something – anything – to get back on my feet, even though my knees still feel like jelly. I do a few facial exercises in the mirror and practice my best ‘interview’ smile. It’s always nerve-wracking trying for a new job, but really, how bad can it be?

  I brush my teeth and don my fuzzy slippers. Before leaving the bathroom, I poke my head into the hallway to check that the coast is clear. The TV is off and there’s a light on under my parents’ door. I venture down the hall to the airing cupboard in search of Mum’s sewing kit, but it isn’t there. Hurrying back to my own bedroom, I pop in a pair of blue foam earplugs bought last week following a nocturnal emergency – noises coming from my parents’ room in the middle of the night. I cross my fingers that I’ll get a job quickly, earn some money, and soon be able to afford ‘a room of my own’.

  But until then, all I can do is lie down in the narrow bed, crawl under the duvet, and pull the pillow tightly around my ears.

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  First published in the UK in 2017 by Aria, an imprint of Head of Zeus Ltd Copyright © Lauren Westwood, 2017

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  This is a work of fiction. All characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

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