Chapters (61)
- Praise for USA Today bestseller Pamela Crane’s psychological thrillers:
- To Talia, for letting Mommy take a million pictures of you for my cover. I know you love the attention.
- Author’s Note
- The Pittsburg Press
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- The Pittsburg Press
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- The Pittsburg Press
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- The Pittsburg Press
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- The Pittsburg Press
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- The Pittsburg Press
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- The Pittsburg Press
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Enjoy what you read?
Debra had told me about the family mystery, regurgitating the macabre details as if she had lived them herself. A couple months after giving birth to Olivia, on a cool April evening, Alvera disappeared, never to be heard from again. No one knew exactly what had happened to her, though many suspicions arose. Olivia had been told by her father, Robert, that her mother was kidnapped and murdered by someone seeking revenge on the family over their wealth and prestige. Others speculated that, in order to send a strong message, she had been killed by a faction trying to squash the women’s suffrage movement. But a few rumors circulated that she went on to fight the battle under a new identity. That the mystery went unsolved, and we would never know the truth, was heartbreaking.
Another leather journal rested in the pile of memorabilia. I opened it up and scrolled through the pages, coming near the end where I saw a drawing of a symbol, followed by Alvera’s explanation for its significance:
This Celtic sign of courage depicts the shared struggle that we as women must face and conquer together. Only through courage can we fight for our voice and win.
It was Vera’s tattoo.
Vera had seen this.
“Oh my God,” I whispered.
“What?” Oliver echoed.
“I think I know how to find Vera!”
It was the first warm thought in a heart that had been frozen for months.
Carrying Alvera’s journal with me, I ran downstairs and into our bedroom, Oliver’s loud footsteps storming behind mine. I pulled open my bedside drawer and flipped open Vera’s journal. I had memorized its contents page by page, finding the image within a moment. The same exact drawing—mimicking the symbol from Alvera’s journal.
“Look, Oliver. It’s like she’s following the path of her great-great-grandmother. Down to the very same day she disappeared.”
April 16 was the day Alvera had found the courage to leave her husband, her child, and rediscover herself. One hundred and eleven years later, my daughter had done the same.
“Well, obviously she didn’t run off to join the women’s suffrage movement, Felicity. So what does this mean? And what does this have to do with where she is?”