The Sun in Her Eyes

  What Paige’s readers from around the world have to say about her books:

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  First published in Great Britain by Simon & Schuster UK Ltd, 2015

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  Copyright © Paige Toon 2015

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  Paperback ISBN: 978-1-4711-3841-6

 
Trade Paperback ISBN: 978-1-4711-5229-0

  eBook ISBN: 978-1-4711-3842-3

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  A letter to my readers

  Hello!

  I know this is a little unconventional, but before you get stuck in to reading The Sun in Her Eyes, I wanted to say a few words.

  First of all, thank you for buying this book. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you’re on Twitter or Facebook, I would love to hear from you so please visit me @PaigeToonAuthor or Facebook.com/PaigeToonAuthor to say hi. I try to reply to everyone – your messages really do mean the world to me.

  Thousands of you already know that last year I launched a unique book club called ‘The Hidden Paige’. I wanted to be able to give something back to my lovely readers in return for all of their support over the years. So, every so often, I email my members directly with free short stories and news about competitions and upcoming book signings.

  At the end of this book, you can check out the exclusive short story I wrote for ‘The Hidden Paige’ last autumn, but please sign up at paigetoon.com if you don’t want to miss out in the future.

  Lots of love, and I hope to hear from you soon!

  Also by Paige Toon

  Lucy in the Sky

  Johnny Be Good

  Chasing Daisy

  Pictures of Lily

  Baby Be Mine

  One Perfect Summer

  One Perfect Christmas (eBook short story)

  The Longest Holiday

  Johnny’s Girl (eBook short story)

  Thirteen Weddings

  The Accidental Life of Jessie Jefferson (Young Adult)

  For my brother Kerrin, my sister-in-law Miranda, and my gorgeous little nephew Ripley. I love you all to bits.

  Contents

  Prologue

  The Story of Amber Church, the Girl With the Sun in Her Eyes

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Meanwhile…

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Eleven Months Later

  Epilogue

  Prologue

  Recently Doris had not been able to stop thinking about the little girl. Of course, she had thought about her ceaselessly after the accident, but that had been over twenty-six years ago and Doris was now in her nineties with decades of memories at her disposal.

  ‘Please… You have to tell her…’ the woman had said with her last few breaths. The memory made Doris wince, the pain almost as potent now as it had been back then.

  Doris tried to shut out the images that filled her head, but it was no use. The woman would not be silenced, not then and not now. Even sleep brought Doris no peace, and she was so very tired these days.

  Doris had taken the woman’s hand, not knowing how to tell her that her daughter was unconscious in the back of the car she was driving. But a moment later, the woman was gone, her dying words ringing in Doris’s ears.

  The little girl had stirred, a stuffed toy clutched in her arms, and Doris’s fractured heart had split at the sight of two cobalt-blue eyes opening and flinching at the same sunlight that had been the likely cause of her mother veering off the road.

  If only she knew what had happened to the girl, perhaps she could let go, move on, sleep without the nightmares. She had told the policeman what the woman had said before she had died, but had not made certain that the message was passed on to the child. Should she have told the girl herself, as she had promised?

  In that instant, Doris knew what she needed to do. She would write a letter, and she would ask her son to help her track down the child, who would of course be a grown woman by now. Her name was Amber, Doris hadn’t forgotten. Amber Church. It was time to come good on her promise.

  The Story of

  Amber Church, the Girl

  With the Sun in Her Eyes

  Chapter 1

  It has been a shit of a day.

  It started off badly when I woke up for the second time that week to find myself in bed alone without my husband beside me. Ned had been socialising with his boss – again – and I found him out cold on the sofa, reeking of stale booze and cigarettes. Her cigarettes, to be precise. His boss is very much female and very much attracted to him. Or so I suspect.

  My first thought was to pour a glass of water over his head, my second was that it might ruin our brown-suede sofa, so I resisted. Then I spied a little pile of vomit on his shoulder and soon realised that it was not so little and not entirely on his shoulder.

  ‘Ned, you idiot!’ I shouted at the top of my voice, making him jolt awake, his hazel-coloured eyes wide open with terror and his sandy hair sticking out every which way.

  ‘What?’ he gasped.

  ‘You’ve thrown up on the sofa! Clean it up!’

  ‘No! I’m sleeping,’ he snapped. ‘I’ve got a pounding headache,’ he added, throwing his arm over his face. ‘I’ll do it later.’

  ‘Get up and do it NOW!’ I yelled.

  ‘NO!’ he yelled back, just as vehemently.

  It was safe to say that our honeymoon period was well and truly over.

  I was seething as I got ready for work, banging about and ranting about how selfish and pathetic my husband was. I didn’t give a second thought to the couple who have just moved in downstairs, so when I slammed the front door and stomped down the communal stairs, I was a bit surprised to come face-to-face with one of them.

  ‘Thank you very much for waking up my baby,’ the woman of about my age had said sarcastically, her face purple with rage as a child screamed blue murder in the background. ‘He only got to sleep two hours ago after being up all night. I was lucky enough to get a whole hour before the banging in your flat started.’

  ‘I’m so sorry,’ I replied, shamefaced. ‘I had an argum—’

  ‘Just keep it down in future, yeah?’ she interrupted.

  I felt guilty and on edge for the entire walk to the Tube station.

  That was when the fun really began.

  Thanks to severe delays on the Northern Line, the station was backed up with commuters mimicking bumper-to-bumper traffic all the way down into the darkest depths of the tunnels.

  By the time I arrived at work, I was hot, flustered and forty-five minutes late. Not only that, but the heat from the Underground had made my wavy auburn hair go lank and sweaty. It was a bad-hair day, to boot.

  I hurried into the office, so full of apologies that I thought I might burst, and then came to a sudden stop. I work as a commodities broker in a start-up company in the City, and the flurry of activity that usually greeted me somehow seemed off. Spying me, my boss clicked his fingers and motioned for me to join him.
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  ‘You’re late.’

  ‘I’m sorry—’

  ‘Never mind,’ he interrupted. ‘HR want to see you.’

  He nodded to his office, and I headed warily towards it. Most of my colleagues were carrying on as normal, but I noticed a few empty seats. I caught my next-door neighbour Meredith’s eye and registered pity, but by then I’d reached my boss’s office.

  The two people from HR asked me to close the door and take a seat.

  I was being made redundant. Five of us were going, right then, right now. In fact, four had already gone.

  I would be paid three months’ salary, but would be missing out on my substantial bonus that was due in less than two months’ time.

  I felt sick to my stomach.

  Brokering is not the most reliable employment, nor is it something I wanted to do. I chose to go into teaching when I left university, after getting a First in Mathematics. Some of my fellow students thought I was mad not to opt for a better-paid job when I had so many choices laid out in front of me. I bumped into one of them last summer and he told me that he’d got involved in a start-up company that was raking in millions. He gave me his card and said that he could put me in touch with someone if I was interested in quitting my teaching job. He caught me at exactly the right time. I needed a change. Unfortunately, I was unwittingly destined for another one.

  Bob, one of the building’s security guards, kept me company while I packed up my stuff. His presence wasn’t necessary – I wasn’t going to stash my PC in my handbag. Although, saying that, I did swipe a couple of pens when he was looking the other way.

  Then I had to do the hellish journey in reverse, this time my head spinning with questions about what I was going to do next.