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Authors: Diane Chamberlain

The Midwife's Confession

The Midwife’s Confession

Also by DIANE CHAMBERLAIN

THE LIES WE TOLD

SECRETS SHE LEFT BEHIND

BEFORE THE STORM

THE SECRET LIFE OF CEECEE WILKES

THE BAY AT MIDNIGHT

HER MOTHER’S SHADOW

KISS RIVER

KEEPER OF THE LIGHT

THE SHADOW WIFE
(Formerly published as CYPRESS POINT)

THE COURAGE TREE

SUMMER’S CHILD

BREAKING THE SILENCE

D
IANE
C
HAMBERLAIN

The Midwife’s Confession

In memory of Kay Eleanor Howe
2000–2010

Contents

Part One: Noelle              

              
1 Noelle              

              
2 Tara              

              
3 Emerson              

              
4 Noelle              

              
5 Tara              

              
6 Emerson              

              
7 Noelle              

              
8 Tara              

              
9 Emerson              

              
10 Noelle              

              
11 Tara              

              
12 Emerson              

              
13 Noelle              

              
14 Tara              

              
15 Emerson              

Part Two: Anna              

              
16 Anna              

              
17 Emerson              

              
18 Noelle              

              
19 Anna              

              
20 Tara              

              
21 Anna              

              
22 Emerson              

              
23 Noelle              

              
24 Tara              

              
25 Anna              

              
26 Tara              

              
27 Emerson              

              
28 Tara              

              
29 Noelle              

              
30 Tara              

              
31 Noelle              

              
32 Emerson              

Part Three: Grace              

              
33 Grace              

              
34 Tara              

              
35 Noelle              

              
36 Emerson              

              
37 Grace              

              
38 Grace              

              
39 Tara              

              
40 Emerson              

              
41 Grace              

              
42 Anna              

              
43 Grace              

              
44 Tara              

              
45 Grace              

              
46 Emerson              

              
47 Tara              

              
48 Grace              

              
49 Tara              

              
50 Anna              

              
51 Grace              

              
52 Anna              

              
53 Tara              

              
54 Grace              

              
55 Tara              

              
56 Anna              

              
57 Emerson              

              
58 Grace              

              
59 Noelle              

              
60 Anna              

              
61 Noelle              

              
62 Tara              

              
63 Grace              

              
64 Emerson              

Epilogue              

Reader’s Guide              

Acknowledgments              

PART ONE

NOELLE

1

Noelle

Wilmington, North Carolina
September 2010

She sat on the top step of the front porch of her Sunset Park bungalow, leaning against the post, her eyes on the full moon. She would miss all this. The night sky. Spanish moss hanging from the live oaks. September air that felt like satin against her skin. She resisted the pull of her bedroom. The pills. Not yet. She had time. She could sit here all night if she wanted.

Lifting her arm, she outlined the circle of the moon with her fingertip. Felt her eyes burn.
“I love you, world,”
she whispered.

The weight of the secret pressed down on her suddenly, and she dropped her hand to her lap, heavy as a stone. When she’d awakened this morning, she’d had no idea that this would be the day she could no longer carry that weight. As recently as this evening, she’d hummed as she chopped celery and cucumbers and tomatoes for her salad, thinking of the fair-haired preemie born the day before—a fragile little life who needed her help. But when she sat down with her salad in front of the computer, it was as though two beefy, muscular arms reached out from her monitor and pressed their hands down hard on her head, her shoulders, compressing her lungs so that she couldn’t pull in a full breath.

The very shape of the letters on her screen clawed at her brain and she knew it was time. She felt no fear—certainly no panic—as she turned off the computer. She left the salad, barely touched, on her desk. No need for it now. No desire for it. She got everything ready; it wasn’t difficult. She’d been preparing for this night for a long time. Once all was in order, she came out to the porch to watch the moon and feel the satin air and fill her eyes and lungs and ears with the world one last time. She had no expectation of a change of heart. The relief in her decision was too great, so great that by the time she finally got to her feet, just as the moon slipped behind the trees across the street, she was very nearly smiling.

2

Tara

Going upstairs to call Grace for dinner was becoming a habit. I knew I’d find her sitting at her computer, earbuds in her ears so she couldn’t hear me when I tried to call her from the kitchen. Did she do that on purpose? I knocked on her door, then pushed it open a few inches when she didn’t answer. She was typing, her attention glued to her monitor. “Dinner’s almost ready, Grace,” I said. “Please come set the table.”

Twitter, our goldendoodle, had been stretched out beneath Grace’s bare feet, but at the mention of “dinner” he was instantly at my side. Not so my daughter.

“In a minute,” she said. “I have to finish this.”

I couldn’t see the screen from where I stood, but I was quite sure she was typing an email rather than doing her homework. I knew she was still behind. That was what happened when you taught at your child’s high school; you always knew what was going on academically. Grace had been an excellent student and one of the best writers at Hunter High, but that all changed when Sam died in March. Everyone cut her slack during the spring and I was hoping she’d pull it together this fall, but then Cleve broke up with her before he left for college, sending her into a tailspin. At least, I assumed it was the breakup that had pulled her deeper into her shell. How could I really know what was going on with her? She wouldn’t talk to me. My daughter had become a mystery. A closed book. I was starting to think of her as the stranger who lived upstairs.

I leaned against the doorjamb and studied my daughter. We had the same light brown hair dusted with the same salon-manufactured blond highlights, but her long, thick mane had the smooth shiny glow that came with being sixteen years old. Somewhere along the way, my chin-length hair had lost its luster.

“I’m making pasta with pesto,” I said. “It’ll be done in two minutes.”

“Is Ian still here?” She kept typing but glanced quickly out the window, where I supposed she could see Ian’s Lexus parked on the street.

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