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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?

“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.