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?
“I’ll kill you, you old cow!” I lunged at her, but she was surprisingly quick on her feet and jumped back as I fell forward, smacking my jaw hard against the porch floor. Cody scooped me up like a pile of wet rags. As I brushed myself off, the woman leered at me triumphantly, tapping the ash off the cancer stick she held against her chunky hip.
“You sick woman! How could you say that to another mother? Expect a visit from the police!”
“Bring it on, bitch!” the woman cackled. “Come on, boy.” She flicked the smoldering butt into the bushes and headed inside. Austin stood gawking, his lips mouthing an apology. “I said come on!” She cuffed his ear with the flat of her hand. Austin followed her, dragging his spindly legs like a wounded spider, while Cody hauled me toward the car.
“The nerve of that lowlife white trash,” I seethed. “Somebody like her talking that way to somebody like me!”
“Enough, Felicity! Calm down!”
“You expect me to calm down after what she said? They’re probably behind Vera’s disappearance!”
Cody nodded with a calmness that annoyed me while he nudged me in through the passenger-side door and took over the wheel.
“Don’t listen to them. You can’t put much stock in anything they say. Clearly she’s got her own issues to deal with. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” I was anything but fine, but I didn’t want to be coddled right now. I’d had enough coddling to last a lifetime. I was stronger than they knew; they just wouldn’t let me flex my muscles.
I laid my head back against the headrest as Cody drove, allowing the silence to overtake me.
“What big family secret about Sydney was Austin talking about?” he asked after several turns.
Marin hadn’t told Cody. She had kept my secret for me. There was that loyalty again.
When I didn’t answer, Cody persisted, “Is Syd Squid okay?”
I didn’t want to think about it, let alone talk about it. But I couldn’t hide it any longer. Not after all the other secrets that seemed to haunt every person in our family. I was so sick and tired of the secrets, the betrayal, the lies. Everyone was hiding something. I had no idea who to trust or where to go anymore. Too many vaults to open, too many mazes to get lost in.