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WHAT GOES DOWN is an emotional, must-read novel of love, loss and second chances. Set in the present day and late 80’s, WHAT GOES DOWN deals with relationships touched by mental illness, and is perfect for fans of Amanda Prowse and Julie Cohen.
Seph Powell has all she ever wanted: a close family, loving boyfriend and her dream career. A gifted artist with a highly anticipated exhibition just weeks away, her life seems to be perfect. Until a man she's never met claims to be her real father.
Laurel and Tony Powell are devoted parents. Having worked hard to provide everything for their daughter, they’ve created an enviable, picture-perfect family. Until Laurel's ex-boyfriend, Nico, comes back into their lives.
In the summer of 1987, Nico stole Laurel’s heart with promises of adventure and excitement. But when he disappeared without trace, he left her as a single, teenaged parent. Now, twenty-five years later, he’s back and keen to meet the daughter he left behind.
But Nico’s sudden reappearance shows that nothing is quite as it first seems. And as long hidden truths are exposed, everything Seph thought she knew about her life begins to unravel.
‘So what about you? What do you do?’ Nico asked.
Why couldn’t she say something more exciting than just being a student? How great would it be if she could say she did something fun and daring, like the plans he had? Something that wouldn’t make her look like the plain boring seventeen-year-old that she really was.
‘I’m a student,’ she replied, looking down into her cup.
Nico laughed. ‘Yeah, well, I guessed that much.’
She looked at him and laughed a little herself. ‘It’s pretty obvious I suppose.’
‘So,’ he said, ‘what do you do?’
‘I’m finishing my A levels, and then in September I’ll go to Bristol and start my English degree.’ Laurel shrugged. Just saying the words out loud made her feel like she’d died a little inside, like she’d just admitted defeat in a war he knew nothing about.
Nico shook his head and turned his body towards hers. She flinched as their knees touched and looked down at their legs; hers in homemade drainpipes and his in what looked like expensive denim.
‘You’re misunderstanding me,’ he said. ‘What I want to know is, what do you do?’
Laurel blinked. What did he mean, what did she do? And why was he staring at her like that? His eyes were doing that thing again, forcing her to stare back into them. She couldn’t look away, even if she wanted to.
‘I…’ She shook her head. Was he trying to catch her out?
‘You’re a student, but you’re much more than that, right? What do you do? What makes Laurel tick?’
Nobody had ever asked her that before. Nobody had ever made her feel like this before, like she was something fascinating. It was as if he were trying to unpeel her, layer by layer. The thought made her blush and she looked down at their touching knees again. She didn’t even need to think about her answer.
Nico nodded. ‘What kind?’
She glanced at him to check if he was really interested or just being polite, but the look of intensity on his face hadn’t changed.
‘Black and white. Portraits, mostly.’
‘What do you like about it?’
She couldn’t stop the smile spreading across her face. ‘Everything. I love the weight of a camera in my hands and the way things look through the viewfinder. I love that the camera never lies. Sometimes, it’s as if there are two sides to a person: the side they show to the world and the side the camera picks up. I love being able to capture a moment to keep forever, no matter how much time goes by afterwards. And it’s special because once a moment’s gone, it’s gone, but when you can keep it in a photograph, it’s like…’ Laurel shrugged. ‘Well, it’s like magic.’
Silence fell between them and she took a large gulp of her drink, wishing her face would stop burning. He’d only asked what she loved about it but she’d answered like it was her religion and she was a fanatic. She’d obviously had too much to drink and had probably made a complete fool of herself.
‘That sounded really stupid.’ She laughed nervously, but he shook his head with that intense look still on his face.
‘No, it didn’t. It’s something you’re passionate about. I think it’s great.’
He hadn’t said it was just taking photographs and anyone could do it, and he hadn’t said that it was just technology, not magic. If anything, he seemed to understand what she was saying, to understand her passion. And now he was staring at her in a way that made her feel naked and her heart run faster than Linford Christie.
‘I think you’re great,’ he added, and her heart tripped over its own fast and furious beat.