The Hidden Women. Kerry Barrett

       Prologue

      Helena

      April 2015

      ‘I thought you’d be pleased,’ I said, watching Greg’s stony face for any sign of happiness.

      ‘Well I’m not.’ His expression softened, just a bit, and he sat down next to me on the sofa and took my hand.

      ‘It’s just too soon,’ he said.

      ‘We’ve been together for five years, Greg,’ I snapped. ‘It’s not like we just met.’

      He had the grace to look at least slightly ashamed.

      ‘I meant for me, not us,’ he said. ‘It’s too soon for me. And you. We’re still young. We should be out having fun, not at home with a squawking baby.’

      ‘We’re in our thirties; we’re not kids,’