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**A heart-rending story about the unique bond between a father and his daughter, for fans of Jojo Moyes, the bestselling author of Me Before You.**HOW DO YOU LEAVE THE PERSON YOU LOVE THE MOST?Will Curtis's six-year-old daughter, Ella, knows her father will never leave her. After all, he promised her so when her mother died. And he's going to do everything he can to keep his word.What Will doesn't know is that the promise he made to his little girl might be harder to keep than he imagined. When he's faced with an impossible decision, Will finds that the most obvious choice might not be the right one.But the future is full of unexpected surprises. And father and daughter are about to embark on an unforgettable journey together . . .

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S.D. ROBERTSON

TIME TO SAY GOODBYE

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Copyright

Published by AVON

A Division of HarperCollins Publishers Ltd

1 London Bridge Street

London SE1 9GF

www.harpercollins.co.uk

This ebook edition published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Publishers 2020

First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Publishers 2016

Copyright © S.D. Robertson 2016

Cover design by Caroline Young © HarperCollins Publishers Ltd 2020

Cover photographs © Roy Bishop/Arcangel (main image), Shutterstock.com(kite and sky)

S.D. Robertson asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.

This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this ebook on screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins.

Source ISBN: 9780008100674

Ebook Edition © March 2020 ISBN: 9780008100681

Version: 2020-03-09

For Claudia and Kirsten

Contents

Cover

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

CHAPTER 1: 2.36 P.M., Thursday 29 September 2016

CHAPTER 2: Seven Hours Dead

CHAPTER 3: One Day Dead

CHAPTER 4: Six Days Dead

CHAPTER 5: Thirteen Days Dead

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8: Thirty-Nine Days Left

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10: Thirty-Six Days Left

CHAPTER 11: Thirty-Three Days Left

CHAPTER 12: Thirty Days Left

CHAPTER 13: Twenty-Nine Days Left

CHAPTER 14: Twenty-Eight Days Left

CHAPTER 15: Twenty-Seven Days Left

CHAPTER 16: Twenty-Six Days Left

CHAPTER 17: Twenty-Three Days Left

CHAPTER 18: Twenty-Two Days Left

CHAPTER 19: Seventeen Days Left

CHAPTER 20

CHAPTER 21

CHAPTER 22: Fifteen Days Left

CHAPTER 23: Fourteen Days Left

CHAPTER 24

CHAPTER 25: Thirteen Days Left

CHAPTER 26

CHAPTER 27: Twelve Days Left

CHAPTER 28: Nine Days Left

CHAPTER 29: Seven Days Left

CHAPTER 30: Six Days Left

CHAPTER 31: Three Days Left

CHAPTER 32: Ten Hours Left

CHAPTER 33: Three Hours Left

CHAPTER 34: Ninety Minutes Left

CHAPTER 35

Keep Reading …

Acknowledgements

About the Author

Also by S.D. Robertson

About the Publisher

CHAPTER 1

2.36 P.M., THURSDAY 29 SEPTEMBER 2016

Dying wasn’t on the to-do list I’d drafted earlier that afternoon. No doubt the 4x4 driver hadn’t planned on killing a cyclist either. But that’s what happened. Her giant black car swerved into my path. It hit me head on. There was no time to react. Just an awful screeching sound, a brief sensation of flying and a sudden agonizing pain. Then I blacked out.

Next thing I knew, I was standing on the pavement watching two paramedics fight to revive my battered, bloody body. I desperately willed them to succeed, even moving closer in the hope I could jump back into my skin at the right moment, but it was futile. I was pronounced dead minutes later.

But I’m still here, I told myself. What does that make me? And then my thoughts turned to Ella. What would happen to her if I was dead? She’d be all alone, abandoned by both of her parents: the very thing I’d sworn she’d never face.

‘Wait! Don’t give up,’ I shouted at the paramedics. ‘Don’t stop! I’m still here. You’ve got to keep trying. You don’t know what you’re doing. Don’t fucking give up on me! I’m not dead.’

I screamed my lungs out, begging and pleading with them to try to revive me again, but they couldn’t hear me. I was invisible to them and, ironically, to the onlookers gathered at the police cordon – several waving camera phones – keen to catch a glimpse of the dead guy.

In desperation, I tried to grab one of the paramedics. But as my hand touched his right shoulder, I was hurled backwards by an invisible force. It left me sprawling on the tarmac. I was stunned but, oddly, not in any physical pain. I picked myself up and tried again with the man’s colleague, only to find myself thrown to the floor again. What the hell was going on?

Then I saw the driver who’d killed me. She was chain-smoking menthol cigarettes under the watchful eye of a young bobby. ‘It was an accident,’ she told him in between drags. ‘The sat nav. It fell on to the floor. By my feet. I was just trying to pick it up when – oh God, I can still see his face hitting my windscreen. What have I done? Is he going to be okay? Tell me he’s going to make it.’

‘Do I look okay?’ I ask, standing in front of her, staring her in the face and willing her to see me. ‘Does it seem like I’m going to make it? You’ve killed me. I’m dead. All because of a bloody sat nav. Look at me, for God’s sake. I’m right here.’

She’d have looked glamorous without the vomit on her high-heeled shoes and in the ends of her straightened hair. She was deathly pale and shaking so much that I didn’t have the heart to continue. She knew what she’d done.

‘Why am I still here?’ I yelled at the sky.

‘Have you got the time?’ one police officer asked another.

‘Three o’clock.’

Shit. Home time. Ella’s primary school was a good fifteen-minute walk away; instinct kicked in and I started to run.

The last few stragglers were leaving the school gates by the time I arrived. The knock-on effect of my accident was already evident in the snake of cars – squashed noses and curious eyes at their rear windows – that filled one side of the suburban street. I rushed to the back of the building, where Ella would be waiting, and saw her standing there alone, a forlorn look on her face. ‘Over here, darling!’ I shouted, waving as I ran across the empty yard. ‘It’s okay. I’m here now.’

I don’t know what I was thinking. Why would she see me when no one else had? Watching my six-year-old daughter stare straight through me was quite the reality check.

‘Ella, Daddy’s here,’ I said for the umpteenth time, kneeling in front of her so we were face to face, but not daring to touch her after what had happened with the paramedics. Her lips were chapped and her right hand, which was clenching her Hello Kitty lunchbox, was covered in red felt-tip ink. I gasped as I realized I wouldn’t be able to remind her to use her lip balm or to help her ‘scrub those mucky paws’. Oblivious to my presence, she stared expectantly towards the far end of the playground.

Mrs Afzal emerged from the open door behind Ella. ‘Is he still not here, love? You’d better get inside now.’

‘He’ll be here in a minute,’ Ella told her teacher. ‘His watch might need a new battery again.’

‘Come on. We’ll get the office to give him a call.’

Panic knifed through me as I pictured my mobile ringing in the back of the ambulance while they drove away my dead body. I imagined one of the paramedics, my blood still splattered across his green shirt, rooting through my pockets to find it. How long before Ella discovered what had happened?

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