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have been far worse. Apocalyptic, probably.
    A long breath left Janie’s lips. ‘I know you and Grace think I gave up on him…’
    ‘What? No!’ Imogen exclaimed. ‘We don’t think that at all!’
    ‘But I have to think of the children, and Harry… when he’s having a down episode is… just… soul destroying.’ Janie raised her eyes to Imogen’s. ‘I have to feel confident that he’s getting better and that what we have is strong.’
    ‘I know,’ Imogen said. She slipped her hands into the pockets of her jeans. ‘I understand completely and so does Mum.’
    Janie sighed and her body dropped down to the leather settee. ‘And now he’s gone and bought a restaurant in Corfu.’
    Imogen nodded. ‘Yes.’
    Watching Janie close her eyes and shake her head, Imogen moved across the room and plumped down next to her sister-in-law. ‘I don’t think it’s his illness, Janie, he’s always been like this, ever since we were young. You’ve heard all the stories.’ She sniffed. ‘Although he did have some moderate success charging friends to come to a disco in a tent in the back of our garden once.’
    Janie turned in her seat, facing Imogen. ‘Do you want me to talk to him about it? We’re on good terms at the moment, well, you know what Harry’s like, I’m not sure he takes anything seriously. I could…’
    ‘No, Janie, I didn’t come here to ask you that, I just…’ She clasped her hands together in her lap. ‘I just wanted you to know, and to know I’m going to do my best to sort this out. The compensation money he got from the accident should be better spent. For the children.’
    ‘Imogen…’
    ‘I think he thinks he’s done a good thing but, at the moment, in my mind, he’s thrown nearly one hundred thousand Euro down the drain.’
    ‘What are you going to do?’ Janie asked.
    ‘I’m going to go with him to Corfu and make him see, with that ramshackle excuse for a restaurant right there in front of him, that he’d have been better off investing in…’ Her eyes went to Olivia, who had appeared in the doorway and was hanging on every word. ‘One Direction nesting dolls.’

6
Southampton, England
    ‘ S o I thought we’d leave the day after tomorrow.’
    Harry’s words were slightly muffled by the mouthful of homemade pasta he was munching. If there was one thing that would make Harry stop for five minutes it was food.
    ‘Harry, about the restaurant…’
    His head shot out of the bowl straightaway. ‘Has your passport expired?’
    ‘No, it isn’t that.’
    ‘Phew! I was panicking for a minute there because I booked the tickets. I got a great price on a flash mob online.’
    ‘Flash sale,’ Imogen corrected, as she began to imagine air hostesses performing dance moves to Sia.
    ‘It’s an early morning flight but I’ll book us a taxi to Luton,’ Harry continued.
    ‘Harry, Mum’s worried about you and so am I. This has all come so out of the blue.’
    ‘Not really. You know a new project has been on my mind for a while. I can’t do a–’ he made quotation marks in the air ‘– normal job very well, so I have to think outside the box as they say.’
    ‘I know that, but Corfu…’ She left the sentence open, not really knowing what else to say.
    ‘You’re going to love it, Immy. Janie loved it. Little tavernas along the beach, green mountains and great people.’
    ‘But, Harry, having a holiday somewhere is a bit different to buying a business you’ve had no experience in.’
    ‘That’s why I’ve got you. With your culinary experience and your NVQ.’ Harry grinned.
    ‘I spoke to Janie,’ she admitted.
    Harry put down his fork then sat back in his chair, steepling his fingers together and bringing the triangle shape to his mouth. ‘What did she say?’ he whispered.
    His tone had tears springing to her eyes. What she said next was going to be make or break. She could see just how much this adventure meant to him and all she had done so far was jump up and