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you didn’t need to be a life coach to figure out that something was very wrong here, and that Emma wasn’t giving them the entire picture. 
    Why was she so insistent that the pregnancy be kept a secret from the father? Granted, if it was simply a one-night stand and she didn’t know the guy that well, fair enough, but didn’t she realise how difficult this was going to be without his help, financial or otherwise? 
    “You’re certain you don’t want to tell him?” Tara asked gently. “It’ll be tough bringing up a baby on your own and – ”
    “I’m positive,” Emma replied firmly, looking her sister straight in the eye. “I don’t want to tell him and, before you ask, I’m not going to tell you either. This is all my own fault – I did something very, very, stupid, and now it seems I’m going to have to pay the price.”
     
     
     
    Later that evening, Emma lay on her bed and stared at the ceiling. She still couldn’t believe this was happening to her. 
    How could it have happened? Why had it happened? Well, she knew exactly how and why, but why did it have to happen to her? 
    She couldn’t tell him – not now. Emma’s heart tightened as she thought about their night together, how great it had been at the time and then afterwards how abruptly her happiness had come to an end. How could she have been so stupid? He didn’t care about her, had never cared about her and now here she was alone and carrying his baby. 
    And to think that Tara had been trying to get her to approach him, at least for support – how ironic was that? No, this would be her burden, and hers alone. Well, her mum and dad would probably have to shoulder some of that burden too, and Emma felt a bit guilty about that.
    Just when she was getting her life back on track too. Just when she’d found a job and career that really fulfilled her, that got her excited about getting up in the morning and going to work, got her excited about the future. She’d really enjoyed living in Dublin these last few months, but all that was at an end now, wasn’t it? She’d have to move back home again.
    She knew people thought her lazy and selfish at her age to be always relying on her parents and moving from job to job. But her mum didn’t mind having h er living at home with them and anyway, her mum understood that her youngest child didn’t have the drive or ambition or pure confidenc e of her eldest.
    No Tara was the high achiever in the Harrington family – her with the nice new car, own business, and optimistic outlook. But it was easy for her big sister to be optimistic, because everything had gone right for Tara since she’d first come into the world, healthy and happy, whereas Emma had nearly died at birth and had spent her first few months riddled with coughs and infections and every kind of baby disease you could think of. 
    And whereas Tara had excelled at school, Emma had been bored senseless. She couldn’t give a damn about dull things like Maths and History and stupid bloody Irish. What help were these things to you in life at the end of the day? 
    No, at school she much preferred messing about with her friends and trying to get the boys to notice her – she couldn’t give a damn about V-shaped valleys and stupid glaciation. Of course if the teachers were any good they would have realised she wasn’t learning anything, and would have worked extra hard to ensure she ‘got’ it – but no, in class they were too busy fawning over the lick-arses to pay attention to the likes of her. 
    So it wasn’t really her fault that she hadn’t got a good result in her school exams and therefore not enough points to go to university. Just as it wasn’t her fault that she could never find a job she liked, or one she was any good at. It wasn’t her fault at all. All she had ever wanted was to be a model, but at five-foot three she wasn’t tall enough and of course that wasn’t her fault either. Maybe if she hadn’t been so sick