The Au Pair

A Grand Estate, Terrible Secrets, A Baby, A Death And A Young Woman Who Bears Witness To It All

CHAPTER ONE

We have no photographs of our early days, Danny and I. A six-month gap yawns in the Mayes family album after we were born. No first-day-at-school pictures for Edwin, no means of telling which of us two looked more like him at the beginning. An empty double page marks the overwhelming grief that followed our arrival.

It’s a muggy evening at Summerbourne, and the unopened window in the study muffles the distant rasp of the sea and leaves my skin clammy. I’ve spent the day creating paperwork towers that cluster around the shredder now, their elongated shadows reminding me of the graveyard. If Edwin has finished his packing, he’ll be waiting for me downstairs. He disapproves of me doing this so soon, or perhaps disapproves of me doing it at all.

The swivel chair tilts with me as I grab another photo wallet from the bottom desk drawer – more landscape shots of my father’s, I expect – and I focus on the wall calendar as I straighten, counting red-rimmed squares. Twenty days since my father’s accident. Eight days since his funeral. The packet flaps open and spills glossy black negatives across the carpet, and my jaw tightens. I’ve lost count of how many days since I last slept.