About The Good Sister
There’s only been one time that Rose couldn’t stop me from doing the wrong thing and that was a mistake that will haunt me for the rest of my life.
Fern Castle works in her local library. She has dinner with her twin sister Rose three nights a week. And she avoids crowds, bright lights and loud noises as much as possible. Fern has a carefully structured life and disrupting her routine can be . . . dangerous.
When Rose discovers that she cannot fall pregnant, Fern sees her chance to pay her sister back for everything Rose has done for her. Fern can have a baby for Rose. She just needs to find a father. Simple.
Fern’s mission will shake the foundations of the life she has carefully built for herself and stir up dark secrets from the past, in this quirky, rich and shocking story of unexpected love.
CONTENTS
Cover
About The Good Sister
Title Page
Contents
Dedication
Chapter 1: Journal of Rose Ingrid Castle
Chapter 2: Fern
Chapter 3
Chapter 4: Journal of Rose Ingrid Castle
Chapter 5: Fern
Chapter 6
Chapter 7: Journal of Rose Ingrid Castle
Chapter 8: Fern
Chapter 9
Chapter 10: Journal of Rose Ingrid Castle
Chapter 11: Fern
Chapter 12
Chapter 13: Journal of Rose Ingrid Castle
Chapter 14: Fern
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18: Journal of Rose Ingrid Castle
Chapter 19: Fern
Chapter 20
Chapter 21: Journal of Rose Ingrid Castle
Chapter 22: Fern
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25: Journal of Rose Ingrid Castle
Chapter 26: Fern
Chapter 27
Chapter 28: Journal of Rose Ingrid Castle
Chapter 29: Fern
Chapter 30
Chapter 31: Journal of Rose Ingrid Castle
Chapter 32: Fern
Chapter 33: Journal of Rose Ingrid Castle
Chapter 34: Fern
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38: Journal of Rose Ingrid Castle
Chapter 39: Fern
Chapter 40: Journal of Rose Ingrid Castle
Chapter 41: Fern
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45: Journal of Rose Ingrid Castle
Chapter 46: Fern
Chapter 47: Journal of Rose Ingrid Castle
Chapter 48: Fern
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57: Journal of Rose Ingrid Castle
Acknowledgements
Newsletter
About Sally Hepworth
Also by Sally Hepworth
Digital imprint page
For Eloise and Clementine,
for giving me a glimpse into the great wonders
and (greater) horrors of having a sister
JOURNAL OF ROSE INGRID CASTLE
It’s been three months since Owen left. Left, or left me – like so many things in the adult world, it’s all a bit grey. He took a job in London; a work opportunity, ostensibly. It’s not that I wasn’t invited, but it was clear to both of us that I couldn’t go. That’s another thing about the adult world: responsibilities. In my case, one particular responsibility. Fern.
But let me backtrack, because it sounds like I’m blaming her. I’m not. The problems between Owen and me are 100 per cent, unequivocally, entirely, my fault. I committed the most cardinal of marital sins – I changed. Overnight, as soon as the clock chimed on my twenty-seventh birthday in fact, I went from being a well-educated, empowered woman to one of those pathetic women who wanted a baby with such ferocity it drove my husband away. An ovulation kit-wielding, sperm-testing, temperature-taking lunatic. In my previous life, I’d scorned this type of woman from up in my (what I presumed to be) fertile ivory tower. Then I’d become one. And I’d pushed and I’d pushed and I’d pushed – until my husband left. Left . . . or left me.
My therapist is right, it is a relief, getting these thoughts out of my head and onto paper. In therapy, we hardly talk about Owen at all. Instead, we while away the fifty-minute hours talking about my traumatic childhood. According to him, a good way to process trauma and put it behind you is to write it down. That’s why he gave me this journal. I’m not convinced it will help, but here I am. Apparently, the people-pleaser in me dies hard.
The obvious place to start is the night at the river. I was twelve. We were camping. Mum and Daniel had been dating for about six months, but it was the first time we’d been away anywhere together. Daniel brought Billy, much to my and Fern’s delight – we’d forever longed for a brother, and all those wonderful traits a brother brought with him: roughhousing, logical arguments and good-looking friends. And for the first few days, we had a good time. Better than good. It was the closest I’d ever come to being part of a normal family. Daniel taught us to fish, Billy taught us how to play poker, and Mum . . . she was like a completely different person. She did things like remind us to apply sunscreen and tell us to be careful in the river ‘because the current could be strong’. One day, she even rested her arm affectionately around my shoulders as we sat by the fire. She’d never done that before. I’ll never forget what it felt like, our bodies touching like that.
On the last night, Billy, Fern and I went to the river mouth. The heat of the day hung in the air and we spent most of the time slapping mosquitoes from our arms. Billy was in the water, the only place to get any relief from the heat. Usually Fern and I would have joined him, but something was up with Fern that night. She was in one of her moods. I’d wanted to ask her about it all day, but Fern could be volatile when she was upset. I decided it was better to leave it alone.
We’d been by the river an hour or so when nature called. Billy was showing no signs of getting out of the water, so I headed deep into the trees. There was no way I was going to let him see me pee. It was slow going; it was pitch black and I was barefoot – I had to watch every step I took. My fear of snakes didn’t help matters. Still, I was gone for five minutes max. Apparently, that is all it takes.
When I returned to the river, Fern was gone.
‘Fern,’ I called. ‘Where are you?’
It was strange for
