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Chapters (61)
  1. Praise for USA Today bestseller Pamela Crane’s psychological thrillers:
  2. To Talia, for letting Mommy take a million pictures of you for my cover. I know you love the attention.
  3. Author’s Note
  4. The Pittsburg Press
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. The Pittsburg Press
  15. Chapter 9
  16. Chapter 10
  17. Chapter 11
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Chapter 16
  23. The Pittsburg Press
  24. Chapter 17
  25. Chapter 18
  26. Chapter 19
  27. Chapter 20
  28. Chapter 21
  29. Chapter 22
  30. The Pittsburg Press
  31. Chapter 23
  32. Chapter 24
  33. Chapter 25
  34. The Pittsburg Press
  35. Chapter 26
  36. Chapter 27
  37. Chapter 28
  38. Chapter 29
  39. The Pittsburg Press
  40. Chapter 30
  41. Chapter 31
  42. Chapter 32
  43. Chapter 33
  44. Chapter 34
  45. Chapter 35
  46. Chapter 36
  47. Chapter 37
  48. Chapter 38
  49. Chapter 39
  50. Chapter 40
  51. Chapter 41
  52. The Pittsburg Press
  53. Chapter 42
  54. Chapter 43
  55. Chapter 44
  56. Chapter 45
  57. Chapter 46
  58. Epilogue
  59. Acknowledgments
  60. About the Author
  61. Enjoy what you read?

The girl glanced around again, broke into a fast trot. I matched her pace. In another few seconds she would round the corner where a throng of people waited at the bus stop, and lose me in the crowd.

Five feet away. Three. Lunging, I snagged her shoulder and spun her around.

“What the hell, lady? What you chasing me for, huh?”

This girl was so not Vera.

“I’m-I’m sorry, I th—”

“Weird psycho.” She whipped out her smartphone and began snapping pictures of me. “These are going on my Instagram page.”

“I don’t think so.” Oliver snatched the phone out of her hand and deleted the photos with a few deft taps, and handed it back. The girl stood there gobsmacked as Oliver grabbed my waist and led me back to the car.

“You don’t have to explain,” he said, pulling me closer. “I thought it was her too, for half a second. But Vera’s a lot prettier.”

I cracked a tiny smile. “That’s for sure.”

We arrived back at the car, adrenaline spent, optimism faded.

“Okay, so we’re back to square one,” Oliver said. “What do you think this means?”

“I don’t know.”

Skimming the torn edge with my fingertip, I wondered if I’d be able to match it to a missing page from the journal to get an idea of when it had been written. I reread it, interpreting every word. A secret. Fraud. Austin. Do something drastic. A picture of some sort. They were all clues to finding her. If I could piece them together just right…

“She obviously found out about what you did,” Oliver speculated. “Do you think she was planning to out you?”

“Maybe. But she didn’t.”

A tiny thought crawled into my brain. Had Vera planned to turn me in until something—or someone—stopped her? But who? Only me, Oliver, my in-laws, and Cody knew about what I had done…and possibly Marin. She had always been a loyal sister to me until I found out she wasn’t, but capable of hurting Vera…? No, she couldn’t have. But then there was Austin Miller. What was his part in all of this? I grabbed Oliver’s arm, tightening my grip as I imagined confronting the boy who hurt my daughter once. Got kicked out of school for it, even. Was destroying our family his way of getting revenge?

“All I know is Austin Miller hasn’t been honest with us and I’m going to find out what he’s hiding.”

Chapter 24

Chapter 24

Marin

I hadn’t been to this house in ages. Now that I was here, I remembered why I had avoided it for so long.