How To Keep A Secret: A fantastic and brilliant feel-good summer read that you won’t want to end!. Sarah Morgan

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      His expression was both amused and exasperated. “One of my clients is opening a new yoga studio in Oak Bluffs. Maybe you should go. You might find it calming.”

      “I might find it annoying.” She thought about the girl in the magazine. “It will be full of serene people with perfect figures who are all in control of their lives. I’d have to kill them, and that wouldn’t be calming for anyone.”

      Greg retrieved his wine. “Okay, no yoga. Tai chi? Kickboxing? Book group?”

      “My mother runs the book group, and given that the last book I searched for was How Not to Kill Your Mother, I don’t think I’d be welcomed as a member.”

      “Go to a different book group. Start your own. Do something. Anything to take your mind off babies.”

      “You’re saying you don’t want babies?”

      “I’m not saying that.” He finished his wine. “I do want babies, but I don’t think all this angst is going to help.”

      She remembered the way he’d looked when she’d glanced out of the window. Thoroughly despondent.

      She was about to ask him how he felt about the whole thing when her phone rang.

      She ignored it.

      Of course Greg wanted babies. Didn’t he?

      He glanced from her to the phone. “Aren’t you going to answer that?”

      “This conversation is more important than my phone.” Her phone stopped ringing but started again a moment later and Greg reached down to pick it up.

      “It’s Lauren.”

      Jenna stared at him stupidly. “What?”

      “Your sister.” He thrust the phone at her. “We can wish Ed a happy birthday.”

      Why did she have the feeling he was relieved their conversation had been interrupted?

      “But isn’t it the middle of the night in London?”

      “It was obviously a great party.” He rose to his feet and walked toward the door.

      “Where are you going?”

      He smiled. A normal Greg type of smile. “To pack. If you’re going to talk to your sister, it means I have time to take a six-month sabbatical. Your conversations aren’t exactly brief.”

      “We’re not that bad.”

      “No, you’re right. A two-week vacation should cover it. In the meantime I’ll make us coffee.” Greg walked to the kitchen and Jenna watched him go.

      Everything was going to be okay. Of course it was.

      She was married to Greg, and Greg knew how to handle every situation.

      Who needed yoga when they were married to their very own therapist?

      Picking up her wineglass and stretching her legs out on the sofa, she settled in to have a long chat with her sister. It was true that one call last month had reached the two-hour mark, but she and Lauren lived thousands of miles apart! What did he expect? And she was pleased Lauren had called. She’d be able to tell her about the pregnancy test. “Hi, Lauren. Happy birthday to Ed! How was the party? I was going to call you tomorrow. Did our gift arrive?” Because she was expecting everything to be perfect, it took her a couple of minutes to absorb what her sister was saying. “What? Lauren, I can hardly hear you—are you crying?” She sat up suddenly, spilling her wine over her jeans. “Say that again!”

      By the time Jenna ended the call she was in shock.

      Her hand was shaking so badly she almost dropped her phone.

      Greg walked back into the room and put two mugs of coffee on the table. “Did you lose the signal or something?”

      “No.”

      “Then why so quick? I was going to speak to Ed.”

      “You can’t.” Her lips felt strange, as if they didn’t want to move. “Ed is—” She broke off and he looked at her.

      “Ed is what?”

      Jenna felt shaky and strange. Her eyes filled. “He’s dead. Today was his fortieth birthday. He was found at his desk by one of the cleaners. They think it must have been his heart. My poor sister.” She remembered the agony in her sister’s voice and didn’t even try to hold back the tears. How would Lauren live without Ed? What would she do? “I have to go to her.” She felt her sister’s loss as keenly as if it were her own.

      Looking shaken, Greg took the glass from her hand and tugged her to her feet. “I’ll call the airline while you pack.”

      Her brain was moving in slow motion. “We can’t—I can’t—” She couldn’t think straight. “There’s school, and—”

      “I’ll call them. I’ve got this.”

      “What about the money? We already decided we couldn’t afford to go away in the summer.”

      “We’ll figure it out. Some things are more important than money.”

      She didn’t argue. There was no way she wasn’t going to be with her sister.

      Only hours before she’d been envying Lauren, and now her life was shattered.

      It was unbelievable. Unfair.

      And to think she’d been about to off-load her own problems.

      Jenna sleepwalked to the bedroom and pulled out her suitcase. Without thinking about what she was packing, she stuffed random clothes into it. All she could think about was her sister, her big sister, who had always been there for her through thick and thin.

      There was nothing her sister didn’t know about her.

      Not a single thing.

      “It’s all booked.” Greg appeared in the doorway, his phone in one hand and his credit card in the other. “Take sweaters. And a coat. It’s cold in England. And an umbrella, because it will probably be raining. And don’t forget to charge your phone so I can call you.”

      “What? Oh yes.” She pushed some thick socks into the case and paused, helpless and more than a little scared. She felt inadequate. “What do I do, Greg? What is the right thing to say to someone who has lost a husband? I wish you were coming with me.”

      But they both knew he couldn’t. He had people counting on him, and no one who could cover for him.

      “I’ll call you every night. And you can text me. I promise not to give my phone to Pamela.”

      It seemed like a lifetime ago that they’d laughed at that.

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