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The prospect of an evening reading a book she’d been looking forward to for months lifted her mood.
    This was her life and she loved it.
    Not for her the stomach-churning roller-coaster ride that was
love.
She didn’t need that and she certainly didn’t want it. She never wasted an evening staring longingly at her phone, hoping it would ring, and she’d never cried her way through a single tissue, let alone a whole box.
    She flipped open the book, but she knew if she read the first page she’d be hooked, and first she needed to shower.
    Tomorrow was Sunday and her schedule was clear, so she could read all night if she wanted to, sleep late and no one would care.
    One of the many benefits of being single.
    She put the book down, wondering why everyone else seemed so eager to give up that precious status.
    Much as she loved her friends, she was glad she lived on her own. Paige and Eva had shared the apartment above hers for years and even though Paige was now spending more time at Jake’s apartment, she still spent at least half the week in her old room. Frankie suspected that decision was driven as much by her friend’s desire not to leave Eva alone as a need to maintain her own space.
    Eva’s romantic longing for a family was something Frankie understood but didn’t share. Her experience was that family was complicated, infuriating, embarrassing, selfish and, on too many occasions, hurtful. And when it was family that hurt you, the wounds were somehow deeper and slower to heal, perhaps because the expectations were different.
    Her experiences growing up had influenced so much of who she was and how she chose to live her life.
    Her past was the reason she couldn’t attend a wedding without wanting to ask the couple if they were sure they wanted to go ahead.
    Her past was the reason she never wore red, hated skirts and was incapable of sustaining a relationship with a man.
    Her past was the reason she felt unable to go back to the island where she’d grown up.
    Puffin Island was a nature-lover’s paradise, but for Frankie there were too many memories and too many islanders who bore a grudge against the name of Cole.
    And she didn’t blame them.
    She’d grown up cloaked by the sins of her mother, andher family’s reputation was one of the reasons she’d made the move to New York. At least here when she walked into a store, the other people weren’t all talking about her. Here, no one knew or cared that her father had run off with a woman half his age, or that her mother had decided to heal her insecurities with affairs of her own.
    She’d left it all behind, until six months earlier when her mother had stopped moving around the country from job to job and man to man and settled in the city.
    After years of very little contact with her only child, she’d been keen to bond. Frankie found every interaction excruciating. And woven in between the embarrassment, anger and discomfort was guilt. Guilt that she couldn’t find it inside her to be more sympathetic toward her mother. Her mother had been the prime victim of her father’s infidelities, not her. She should be more understanding. But they were so
different.
    Had they always been that way? Or was it Frankie’s fault for going out of her way to make sure they were different? Because the clearest memory that lingered from her teenage years was her absolute determination to be nothing like her mother.
    Stripping off her shirt, she walked into her little kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine. Paige and Eva would no doubt spend the evening chatting, dissecting every moment of the event.
    Frankie had no wish to do that. It had been bad enough at the time without going through every detail again, and it wasn’t as if they didn’t know what had gone wrong. The groom had dumped the bride. The way she saw it, a dead body didn’t need a post-mortem if you could see the bullet hole through the skull, and right now she needed to take her mind off everything to