The Notekeeper: A beautiful, heart-breaking story full of hope
Author/Uploaded by Hannah Treave
The Notekeeper Cover Title Page Dedication Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine ...
Content Preview
The Notekeeper Cover Title Page Dedication Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Chapter Twenty-Four Chapter Twenty-Five Chapter Twenty-Six Chapter Twenty-Seven Chapter Twenty-Eight Chapter Twenty-Nine Chapter Thirty Chapter Thirty-One Chapter Thirty-Two Chapter Thirty-Three Chapter Thirty-Four Chapter Thirty-Five Chapter Thirty-Six Chapter Thirty-Seven Chapter Thirty-Eight Chapter Thirty-Nine Chapter Forty Chapter Forty-One Chapter Forty-Two Chapter Forty-Three Chapter Forty-Four Chapter Forty-Five Chapter Forty-Six Chapter Forty-Seven Chapter Forty-Eight Chapter Forty-Nine Chapter Fifty Chapter Fifty-One Chapter Fifty-Two Chapter Fifty-Three Chapter Fifty-Four Chapter Fifty-Five Chapter Fifty-Six Chapter Fifty-Seven Acknowledgements About the Author Copyright Cover Table of Contents Start of Content Dedication For Chris – thank you for telling me to write from my heart Prologue The lights of the runway dazzled up ahead. It was as though the twinkling blue and white lights had been arranged especially for her – a reminder that she had made the right choice. As the twin engines roared into life, she took a deep breath. The rumble of power beneath her would carry her thousands of miles away. This was it. No going back. As the aircraft accelerated, she fixed her gaze on the lights. Chapter One Two years later The sound of heavy, laboured breathing was the only noise in the room as Zoe Evans reread the few lines on the notepad that rested on her lap. It was the fourth time she had read the note and she still hated almost every word. She looked up sharply, causing a greying blonde tendril to fall from the bun pinned at the nape of her neck. ‘Arthur, are you sure this
