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  Chapter 39

 

  9.45 p.m.

 

  James lay in bed next to Helena. Both were tired after a gruelling day. James found driving the M5, and M4 particularly arduous. It was something he had to learn pretty quickly. Until around four weeks ago, the largest thing he’d driven was a Transit van.

  He’d hoped for a miracle and a miracle had happened. But was he now regretting what he had wished for? He thought that by accessing and changing his Akashic record and wiping his slate clean, he would be transferred to the life he’d hoped for with Helena. But this wasn’t to be.

  Before James had crossed over to the world in which his double had lived, there had been a lot of friction, which had been brought about by money worries. Helena received a small stipend from Exeter University to support her through her PhD programme, and driving a coach for a living didn’t pay particularly well. A lot of their money was spent on childcare for their twin boys, Josh and Laurence.

  When James crossed over from the world where he had cheated on Helena, to a world where no affair had happened, he thought that all would be bright and rosy. He had been wrong.

  He soon found out that even in a world where James Trafford had been true to his wife, there was unbearable friction. He found he could do nothing right and was always on the back foot. Most of the time he was on eggshells.

  He gazed at Helena. She looked beautiful as she lay in shallow sleep. He weighed up whether life with her, along with all the stresses and strains it brought, was better than living without her where he was sad and alone with his father. It didn’t take him long to decide that he’d done the right thing. He knew that as soon as she’d finished her PhD she’d land a well-paid job, and money would be less of an issue.

  There wasn’t much about his old life he missed, but there was someone he would love to meet up with, have a drink and talk about the ‘good old days’, and that was his best friend Howie Doyle. He didn’t expect to find that in this new world there would be no Howie. He remembered the look upon Helena’s face when he enquired after him. She’d asked whether he’d had a bump on the head, when he appeared not to remember that Howie had been mowed down by a car, which James’ father had been driving.

  There were many things to which he needed to adapt. He’d found out that the ‘other’ James was diabetic, and now he had to feign the incurable illness. He’d struggled to learn everyone’s name in this new world. His work colleagues, Helena’s friends, the parents of the other children at ‘his sons’’ nursery, and a whole host of other people.

  The last four weeks had been a steep learning curve for James. As he lay in bed, considering the unbelievable thing he’d achieved, he was certain that it was the right thing to have done.