What sort of mother would leave her all alone… a gripping and heart-wrenching domestic drama that won’t let you go.Lily, who is almost three years old, wakes up alone at home with only her cuddly toy for company. She is afraid of the dark, can’t use the phone, and has been told never to open the door to strangers.But why is Lily alone and why isn’t there anyone who can help her? What about the lonely old woman in the flat below who wonders at the cries from the floor above? Or the grandmother who no longer sees Lily since her parents split up?All the while a young woman lies in a coma in hospital – no one knows her name or who she is, but in her silent dreams, a little girl is crying for her mummy… and for Lily, time is running out.
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Vivien Brown. Lily Alone: A gripping and emotional drama
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Dedication
PROLOGUE. Ruby
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE. Ruby
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE. Ruby
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN. Ruby
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE. Ruby
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN. Ruby
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN. Ruby
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN. Ruby
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN. Ruby
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY. Ruby
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO. Ruby
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR. Ruby
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX. Ruby
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT. Ruby
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY. Ruby
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO. Ruby
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR. Ruby
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX. Ruby
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
About the Author
About the Publisher
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To Penny, who is almost the same age as Lily,
but will never be alone.
.....
From somewhere above her head, she could hear the sound of something being scraped along the floor. It grated, put her teeth on edge, like chalk squealing across a blackboard. Reluctantly, she leaned over and switched on the telly. That was the trouble with flats. In her old cottage, every room, every floor, every inch was hers. No noisy neighbours, no crying babies. She could summon silence at will. Now it was cooking programmes or politics or the God slot, or some old Sunday film. It was the only way she knew to drown out the world.
