The Accident
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A car crash claims three lives—but the survivors have not escaped unscathed, in this powerful novel by the bestselling author of Abduction and The Victim.
When a sudden blast of severe weather causes a traffic accident, the effects will ripple through the lives of many long after the scene is cleared . . .
Hannah has lost a leg, as well as her memory of the event, leading her to fear she may have been at fault. Struggling with recovery and anxiously awaiting the inquest results, she remains at home with her husband and kids.
Joe wants to take his own life after his wife died in the accident, leaving him injured and alone.
Meanwhile, the Joneses mourn their son and decide to embark on a project to honour him: opening a centre for rescued animals.
But when the survivors find their paths crossing again, there are consequences that no one could predict . . .
Gillian Jackson
Gillian Jackson is the author of several psychological thrillers, including Abducted and The Accident. She initially pursued a career in childcare before moving on to train as a therapeutic counselor and eventually to a role in the voluntary sector with Victim Support. Her five years with the organization provided a wealth of experience and insight into the criminal-justice system, which has enriched her understanding of human nature and her writing.
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Readers find this title to be a mixed bag. Some reviewers found the story to be predictable and lacking suspense, while others enjoyed the storyline and found it engaging. The book covers a range of topics including broken marriages, secret lovers, and a car accident that affects multiple characters. Overall, readers found the book to be an easy read and some even finished it in one day.
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5Nothing ever happens in this book. I've enjoyed others by this author, but this one was just a tedious retelling of a sad story. I skimmed through pages and pages of detailed descriptions of peoples sadness and grief, hoping there would be more. But no. This is nothing like the tense thrillers this author usually writes.
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5It was tough to figure out what the point of all of this was. It delved very shallowly into some potential plot lines, but just as shallowly resolved them inunsatisfactory ways. For example, brother tries to murder brother… ah, well, forgiven. Husband leaves wife and children in the midst of life-changing injury…ahm well, forgiven. Nice sentiments, and maybe could have been achieved with more character development on the author’s part, but very simplistically dealt with. A shallow and dissatisfying read,bdespite the opening potential.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I read it in one day.... couldn't put it down. Although for me a couple of areas were predictable I truly enjoyed it.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Well what can I say about this book it had a bit about everything really... I wouldn't call it thriller in the sense of what you would normally class as a thriller... It had a good storyline that I enjoyed all the way through but as I say wasn't usual type of thriller... The beginning of the book was a very detailed horrific car accident that was nobody's fault apart from the weather... Each chapter was told from different characters point of view but easy to follow... It followed 3 or 4 different people the car accident effected... One woman lost her leg, another lost his wife, a teenage boy lost his life... It covered a whole range of stuff... From broken marriages, secret lovers, a new baby on the way, divorce, There was a brief murder but I won't say more than that or will spoil it... You will just have to read for yourself all in all its 4 stars from me ??????
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5It was just ok. Nothing much to create suspense or intrigue or surprise you in the end. Just a sad story about an accident and how depressing and stressful the aftermath was...When I realized that was going to be the whole story and it was just a very long story of trying to get better after a bad accident, I started skimming the pages instead of reading every word,
which seemed necessary to get me to the end of the book. Because how many times do u have to read "I'm sad because I had a bad accident and miss someone I love now"? After skimming to the end there was a sort of nice little closing paragraph (altho something I predicted at the beginning lol). I think it just needed to try harder, it wasn't offensive or unreadable entirely, it was just very blah and predictable and I'm sure I will forget this book almost immediately.
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The Accident - Gillian Jackson
1
The day that changed everything for Hannah Graham started in the same way as any other. Not unusually she overslept, showered in record time and shouted at the kids at least twice before either of them took any notice. Kate slammed the bathroom door, and Sam shouted an obscenity he knew his mother hated. It was an unremarkable morning affording no clue to the life-changing event awaiting the Graham family.
‘If you want a lift you need to be ready in twenty minutes!’ Hannah yelled up the stairs. What a nag I’m becoming, she thought, frowning. Sam stomped into the kitchen in his boxers, reddish-brown hair mussed above a scowling face. Hannah’s son was at an age where he appeared to be all arms and legs protruding from a skinny body, with features he’d not quite grown into yet. An embarrassing case of acne, which he hated anyone to mention, did little for his confidence.
‘Kate’s got in the bathroom before me again. She’ll be ages!’ he moaned. ‘Why can’t you wake me first?’
‘If you’d get up when I call, you’d be there before your sister. Use the en suite if you like.’
‘But all my stuff’s in the bathroom.’ Sam flopped down at the kitchen table and rested his chin in his hands.
‘Have some breakfast while you wait and if you want a lift this morning, I need to be prompt. There’s an early meeting at work.’ Hannah placed a cup of coffee in front of her seventeen-year-old son.
‘There’s not a lecture until eleven, so I’m good.’ Sam poured cereal into the bowl his mother passed him. ‘Is Dad not home yet?’
‘No. He rang to say he couldn’t make it last night. He finished late and there are miles of road works on the M6 – the forecast’s not good either so he decided to stay over another night.’
Hannah’s husband, Mike, worked in sales and seemed to be constantly on the road, regularly staying away for up to three or four nights at a time. It wasn’t ideal in the weather they were currently experiencing and Hannah worried for his safety. She hated him being away but had long since ceased to argue over the hours he worked. At almost eighteen, the twins were of an age where they could look after themselves, but Hannah still maintained Mike’s unsocial hours were detrimental to their family life.
‘What family life?’ Mike would argue. ‘They’re teenagers; they don’t want to be around us.’ Hannah suspected it was actually her husband who didn’t want to be around them, or maybe it was just her he wished to avoid. Perhaps this was how families evolved these days and it was natural for them all to do their own thing, but she was sadly aware that Kate and Sam would be going to university in a few months and these days children rarely came back home once they’d left. What kind of life would she and Mike have then?
Hannah supposed her work would take on greater importance and she did love her job as an office manager with a prominent estate agent. Unless Mike was home more often there’d be precious little else left when the twins were gone. Increasingly Hannah anticipated their leaving with mixed feelings. Frustrating though they were at times she adored having Kate and Sam at home and knew she’d miss them terribly.
On the other hand, Hannah secretly nursed the hope that when there was just her and Mike, they could perhaps recapture some of the sparkle which had escaped their marriage over the last few years. Devoting more time to each other could surely only improve their relationship. Maybe they could travel to some of those exotic places they dreamed about before the children came along, yet while Mike was working such long hours it seemed unlikely this would ever happen.
‘Kate!’ she shouted up the stairs. ‘Do you want a lift this morning because I’m leaving in ten minutes?’
‘No, I’m not in until lunch!’ Kate replied.
They seemed to be hardly ever at the sixth form college. Hannah honestly didn’t know how they’d get the required grades for university when they didn’t appear to do any work. Still, they were old enough to know what they were doing, or were supposed to be.
Kate skidded into the kitchen as Hannah pulled on her coat. She was a pretty girl with rich auburn hair, like her mother’s, framing a well-proportioned face with high cheekbones and lively green eyes. Mike said their daughter was the image of Hannah as she’d been when they first met. Kate was never short of admirers which both pleased and worried Hannah but she was a sensible girl and seemingly unaware of how attractive she was becoming.
‘Can you leave me twenty pounds, Mum?’ she asked, ‘I need some new mascara.’
Hannah’s eyes widened. ‘You’re not going to pay that much just for mascara, are you?’
‘No, it’s only twelve but I need money to get the bus into town, unless you can drop me off before you go to work, it’s freezing out there.’ Kate looked disgusted that her mother would question the amount she asked for and rolled her eyes – an all-too-common expression which made Hannah smile – she’d perfected the same eye roll for her own mother’s benefit when she was a teenager and knew precisely what her daughter was thinking.
‘Sorry, love, but I can’t take you to town or I’ll be late. I’ve got an important meeting. What happened to your allowance?’ Hannah was fishing in her bag for her purse, knowing her daughter went through money like it was going out of fashion.
Kate tutted. ‘My allowance is barely enough to last the week.’ She grabbed the twenty-pound note almost before her mother pulled it from her purse. ‘Thanks, Mum!’
Hannah checked the time and hurried to the door. ‘Remember to stack the dishwasher before you leave.’
Outside, the atrocious weather hadn’t improved. After two days of heavy snow which was tightly packed on the roads, freezing rain was starting to fall. The temperature hovered below zero and it looked as if the gritting lorry hadn’t made it again either. The council was quickly running out of salt for the roads.
They called the cold snap the Beast from the East, which seemed a spot-on description to Hannah who couldn’t ever remember a colder start to February. The wind was biting, chilling her to the bone even though she’d only just left the warmth of the house.
Rachel, her neighbour and best friend, was also leaving for work. ‘You still on for tonight, Hannah?’ she called out. Hannah stopped, she’d forgotten agreeing to a girls’ night out with Rachel and a couple of other friends.
‘Oh, sorry but I’ll have to pass on this one. Mike didn’t get back last night so I can hardly go out and leave him when he hasn’t been home for three nights.’
Rachel stood with her hands on her hips. Her breath clouding as it left her lips. ‘Why not? He’s big enough to fend for himself.’
‘Next time, Rachel, promise! Anyway, it’s hardly fit to venture out unless you have to.’ Feeling a stab of guilt at letting her friend down, Hannah mouthed another sorry to Rachel and then hurried to the garage to get out of the freezing rain, clutching her coat to her neck against the bitter cold.
2
Hannah Graham hadn’t always been stuck in the rut of domesticity. When she and Mike had married they delighted in making plans and promises, determined to always appreciate each other and their blessings whatever life threw their way. Midnight picnics, impromptu snowball fights and surprise gifts were just some of the little things which kept their relationship spontaneous, and laughter filled their home. There was no reason to think life would ever be any different.
Inevitably when the twins came along things changed. Hannah tried hard to keep the romance alive in her marriage, even throughout the constant exhaustion of those early years. It was difficult to pinpoint precisely when things started to change, yet she still considered their life to be good – they were financially stable with a healthy family and Hannah was always one to count her blessings. The magic of those early days had simply matured into something different. Contentment perhaps? Yes, that’s what it was for her and hopefully for Mike too.
It took twenty minutes for Hannah to get to the office on a good day – on a bad one, nearer forty. She hoped for light traffic this morning yet the icy roads would probably slow things down. Heading towards the motorway, Hannah’s thoughts again turned to Mike. It would soon be their twentieth wedding anniversary – she’d been tempted to surprise him by booking a holiday. But his reaction might not be what she hoped for, and the problem of getting time off work would undoubtedly cause more arguments.
It seemed that the longer Mike had been with the company, the more they expected of him although Hannah appeared to mind more than he did. In her opinion the firm took advantage of him and even on rest days there were calls at short notice, expecting him to drop everything and go wherever they asked. In the last month Mike had been away more nights than he’d been at home which was hardly a recipe for a healthy relationship. Hannah wished he’d assert himself more and say no to his boss rather than jumping every time they said ‘go’.
The traffic was heavier than she’d expected and every light seemed to be against her, always the same when you were running late. The early meeting at work was to discuss a potential merger with another local estate agent and Hannah’s thoughts switched to the prospect. Still undecided whether or not she was in favour of the union, it could offer her the chance of promotion or even a partnership, which would inevitably involve extra responsibility. Did she want that? If only Mike had come home last night they could have talked it through before the meeting. His opinion would have been welcome.
Niggling at the back of Hannah’s mind was the thought that if Mike didn’t cut down on his nights away, and when the time came for the twins to leave for university, she’d probably appreciate the extra work. Yet as much as she loved her job, being a homemaker had always been equally important to Hannah. Still, if it was going to be an empty home, what was the point? Why not support the merger and work towards a partnership?
She missed having Mike around to talk to and felt at a loss to know what he wanted out of life anymore. He seemed content to drift along rudderless, with no thought to their immediate or long-term future. How could she be expected to make decisions when he was never there?
A queue on the motorway slip road would probably add another five minutes to her journey – if only she hadn’t overslept. With such atrocious weather it would have been a perfect day for staying at home. Hannah was due some leave, but the meeting was crucial and one she didn’t want to miss.
Most of the local schools had been closed for the last three days, but a few days at home wasn’t to be for Hannah and like many other people she braved the conditions and made every effort to get into work. Most of the vehicles joining the motorway were heavy goods traffic, their huge wheels throwing up icy slush. Hannah was behind two lorries and would most likely be flanked by others when she eventually joined the motorway. Snow was piled high at both sides of the road and freezing rain lashed violently onto the windscreen as if trying to get inside the car. Hannah shuddered. It sounded like bullets rapping on the roof.
Hannah hated this drive but the only alternative route added an extra seven miles and a further twenty minutes to the journey, so she suffered the motorway traffic every day. Suddenly the line of vehicles moved, a few stop-starts, then the road ahead cleared a little and she could see a gap coming up on the motorway. Slipping into first then second gear, Hannah moved carefully forward, willing the gap to stay open long enough for her to slot into it and join the motorway traffic.
The next thing she knew her car seemed to take on a mind of its own. The wheels skidded on the ice and the car veered forward, first to the right and then the left – Hannah had lost all control.
Panic rose inside, catching in her throat until she could hardly breathe; she was utterly helpless as the car gathered momentum down the slope of the slip road. Hannah panicked. She tried to remember what she should do in such circumstances and steered into the skid but the steering wheel refused to respond.
Suddenly her Ford Focus spun 180 degrees, with no possible way for Hannah to avoid the rear of the car from smashing into the enormous back wheel of the lorry moving towards her at speed on the motorway. The little car was instantly filled with a horrendous grating noise – the sound of crushing metal, as it came to a sudden violent halt. Hannah’s head was thrown backwards, and staring helplessly out of the front windscreen she was momentarily aware of a dark-coloured Range Rover heading straight towards her, the impending impact terrifyingly unavoidable.
For a split second, she made eye contact with the male driver whose face mirrored her horror at what was happening – what they were both powerless to prevent. Hannah briefly took in the frightened expression of the woman sitting beside the driver before hearing herself scream, a sound which seemed to come from somewhere outside of the car, an echo of sheer panic and raw fear.
Darkness and pain enveloped everything. Hannah’s world became still, black and silent.
3
Joe Parker was convinced he was going through a mid-life crisis. He despaired whether this was the slippery slope to old age before the inevitable – the big ‘D’. The mirror scared him these days but he couldn’t resist studying his face in it and wondering what had happened to his once-firm jawline and taut skin. The reflection staring back at him was of a much older man whom he barely recognised – but Joe was only forty-three!
He supposed the mirror didn’t lie. Loose skin sagged from his jaws and bags hung beneath his eyes; his skin was sallow too, with an unhealthy yellow tinge. Could it be the cigarettes? He’d tried so many times to kick the habit but his resolve crumbled after only a matter of days.
The booze probably wouldn’t help either – he had a penchant for fine whisky and fancied himself as a bit of a wine buff, yet Joe liked to think he kept his drinking in moderation and he wasn’t stupid. He knew the detrimental effect these things had on a person although he’d never considered it would happen to him. Joe had always enjoyed a smoke and a few drinks without seriously thinking of the damage they could do to his body. His hair was thinning as well, although he knew much younger men who would be glad to have the amount of hair he still possessed.
And then there was his mind – Joe was sure he was slowing down mentally. Only a couple of days before he’d been talking to someone in the pub, not a close friend but another regular whom he’d known to pass the time of day with for several years, and he couldn’t remember the man’s name. After a three-minute conversation the name still wouldn’t come to mind and he’d left the pub frustrated and wondering if he was finally losing it.
Morning sounds from the kitchen rose up the stairs and Joe realised he’d better get a move on. Alison, his wife, was making toast and coffee, the same breakfast he ate every day, while she nibbled on fruit and yoghurt.
‘You all right this morning, love?’ she asked. ‘You’re looking a bit down.’
‘I’m fine. Didn’t sleep too well that’s all. Have you taken Liffey out yet?’
‘Yes, we’ve had a quick walk through the meadow but it’s freezing, we were both ready to get back home. You haven’t forgotten you’re dropping me at Mum’s this morning, have you?’
‘Course not,’ Joe lied as he slathered a generous helping of butter on his toast. He could have done without the detour on his way to work, especially in this weather, but at least if Alison visited her mum today he wouldn’t be expected to take her at the weekend. Every cloud, he thought.
While his wife washed up the breakfast pots Joe went back upstairs to brush his teeth. He studied the yellowing teeth which had once been white and even. I don’t know why she stays with me, he thought. Alison was trim and pretty at forty-two, and worked hard to keep her figure, with Pilates, swimming and a healthy diet. He knew he was too lazy to put in such effort and wondered if it was too late to change. Joe’s waistline had thickened considerably in the last few years but Alison was great and never nagged him about it although he knew she harboured concerns about his health. Ali was the bright spot in his life, his ‘reason for living’ he called her – corny but true.
‘Come on, love!’ Joe called ten minutes later. ‘We don’t want to keep your mum waiting.’
Ali held on to his arm as they negotiated the icy path leading to the garage. ‘I’ve never known such a long cold snap,’ she grumbled. Even as a child when friends were out with sledges and building snowmen, Joe knew Alison didn’t like the snow, preferring to stay in the warmth of her bedroom with a good book or her beloved ‘My Little Ponies’. Cold feet and ice-caked mittens were never her idea of fun.
Once in the car with the heater warming them through, Joe asked, ‘Do you think I should try to eat a little more healthily, Ali?’
‘I think it’s a great idea.’ She smiled. ‘I’m sure you’d like some of those recipes I get from my slimming magazines. We could both make an effort, work at it together.’ Nothing more was said and Joe knew Alison would go about helping him in her quiet way; she was wonderful and in all honesty deserved better than him. Perhaps he’d even have another go at giving up smoking for both their sakes.
Joe and Alison had recently celebrated eighteen years of marriage, most of which had been blissfully happy with only one big regret – not having been blessed with children. As with every other setback in life, Alison simply got on with it without complaint, the painful subject barely referred to anymore now the chance had passed them by for good. Having briefly looked into the possibility of adoption, the lengthy process seemed so fraught with problems and red tape that they soon abandoned the idea and five years earlier decided to get a dog.
Neither of them was naive enough to think a dog could ever be the same as a child but they had love to give, a good home and plenty of time and patience, so after a visit to the local animal sanctuary, Liffey came into their lives. They fell in love with her as soon as they saw her sweet face, rich golden coat and large velvet brown eyes.
‘This one was found abandoned on the streets of Ireland, frightened and hungry,’ the manager told them. ‘We think she’s part golden Labrador, crossed perhaps with a lurcher.’ Liffey had only been at the centre for a couple of days and hadn’t settled well.
Alison was horrified to see blood on the poor dog’s paws. ‘What happened?’
‘She’s not taking to kennel life, I’m afraid, and barked and scratched through most of the night. If you were interested in her we’d want you to take her as soon as possible.’
Ali and Joe exchanged glances. There was no doubt they wanted this dog – they would find it very difficult to leave without her. Joe suggested naming her Liffey as a reminder of her Irish roots and so Liffey she became, and very quickly took centre stage in their household. Slim for a Labrador, which was probably the lurcher genes, they soon discovered that Liffey had issues.
Initially she was very nervous – they even wondered if she’d ever lived in a house before. Settling her in became a welcome focus for Alison and Joe, and over the first year Liffey became a central part of their lives – they doted on her. Joe liked to joke he had two women in the house bossing him around, but he loved every minute.
Not having children meant money wasn’t tight for the Parkers like it was for many of their friends with families, and other than Liffey they weren’t tied