Chapter Sixteen
Secrets
You can say “no” to ninety-nine men, and the one you didn’t is the one you’re remembered for, the one that earned you the name “slut” when you’re caught—and you are always, in the end, caught.
When Amy was born, I fell in love straight away. She was the most beautiful being I had ever seen. Her smooth round head mesmerised me as I fed her, as did the first time she looked up at me and smiled.
Henry claimed he wanted a son, but when Amy was born, he seemed satisfied, and over the years he developed an “I’m busy but you’re cute” head-patting sort of relationship with his daughter. The old-fashioned-father sort of relationship where grunting meant “okay” and “getting into trouble” meant an overreaction of mega proportions.
He claimed he wanted more children, but o
